.As I looked at my reflection in the mirror I realized I was standing withmy legs tightly squeezed together, a consequence of her visit to mycrotch. S...ill in that position, while trying to make sense of things, Iplaced my hands in my waist where Susan?s had been.With my bare feet together, my legs squeezed and my hands by my waist,all of my body?s most noticeable features were accentuated by the clothesand the pose, my reflection had a very feminine hourglass figure.Suddenly Susan entered back. Natalie twisted her wrist, crooking her finger to explore every nook and cranny of that sweet little twat. She withdrew, added her middle finger, and pressed both digits back in. Jenny groaned, rolling her hips in an attempt to adjust to the stretching sensation. With an effort, both fingers were buried to the hilt as trembling pink flesh constricted tightly around them. A twisting of the wrist caused the older girl to moan as a sensation of fully stuffed satisfaction washed over her.The. ” “You and about ninety-five per cent of the inmates, darling. But you’ll get used to it. It’s not all bad although the food is. Most of the teachers are borderline sadists and the rest are boring as fuck.” I’d never heard anyone say ‘fuck’ except on the terraces at the local rugby ground. “Best thing, I’d say, is for you to get changed into your tennis kit and come and bang a ball around with me for a while. You do play tennis, don’t you?” And that was the start of the longest friendship I. His hand ranged south over my ribs, across the hollow flat of my quivering belly, down between my legs. He had no difficulty finding what he sought there. I was already dripping wet, the lips of my pussy gaping wide and hot for his searching finger. Instead of shoving his fingers up my pussy, he played around the entrance until he found the small, fleshy button of my clitoris. He rubbed me into a thunderous climax then guided my hands to his throbbing cock. I wrapped my fingers around him and.