'A bit of everything, I'm afraid,' she said. 'Have you been with us before?''No.''Well, we're a friendly sort of school. We have our own unique curric...lum, it's part of the deal that we have with our benefactors and trustees, which means you might find the way we do things here a little bit strange, but just muck in and I'm sure you'll get used to it.'They passed a group of girls loitering around the hallway. They looked to be 18, but, as seemed true to form, they were dressed just as. I did what I thought would get me in trouble. I lifted her skirt to see if I can take a picture of her panty. I was looking for a good dirty panty or thong. I was just about to take the picture and she opens her eyes and says what the fuck are you doing? Oh my god my heart raced out of my chest. I said to my self I'm fucked. she stood up and said what are you doing. Why is your hand on my skirt and what are you doing with your phone. I was speechless for a moment and then I realized she was not. He helped her strap it on then waited for her to climb on his Indian Chieftain Darkhorse. He watched as she hiked up her tight little skirt nearly to her hips, exposing the thong covering her sex as she mounted and took her seat, wrapping her arms tight around him.He pushed the starter on the handle then gunned the engine several times, feeling her shiver against him as the vibrations from the engine ran up into what he hoped was a very tight, little pussy. 'Best vibrator in the world,' he. ” That was after the lake and also after the first bout of hot sweaty sex.It was just after 11PM when there was a knock at the door. I put on my cutoff jeans, slipped the Colt into my pocket and went to greet the visitor who I felt pretty sure would be Thia. I looked out the window and it was of course her.“What are you doing here,” I asked sounding as irritated as I felt.“I came by to surprise you,” she replied.“Are you drunk?” I asked.“No would you rather I be,” she asked with her attempt at.