As she toyed herself, I sucked on her big tits making her stubby nipples stick out like bullets. All this had the desired effect on my cock which was ...ack at full mast and ready to go.Lynn said, “Have you ever had anal sex.”“No,” I replied.With that, Lynn positioned herself on the edge of the bed on all fours,keeping the dildo buried deep in her pussy, and handed me some lube. “Put some on your cock and smear some onto my ass.” I did as requested, “Now ease your cock slowly into my ass. Be. With her pink cowl neck sweater, checkered grey skirt that went well below her knees, no makeup, thick black rimmed glasses, and short cut dirty blonde hair. If it wasn't for her skirt and very bad perfume, I couldn't tell if she was a woman. I got on without greeting her and pushed the button two or three times as to say, hurry up and get me to the lobby. The elevator was in motion when the fire alarm went off and the elevator shut down. Great, I thought as the alarm rung and I looked for. That’s the reality of rural life in England today. It’s the twenty-first century and quaint country ways still persist. Someone rich owns every bit of land and twenty-first century peasants - like my family - have to keep off, keep away.I sat on the floor against the wall. The roof was so low that it felt like it was pressing down on me. My tree-house really was too small. I had to bend over and contort myself to get in and out and there certainly wasn’t space to stand up. It was unfurnished.. ”“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” we all purred. I reached into my schoolbag, hauling out my homework and setting it on the desk.The boys in the back just read silently. They ignored the real fun happening up front. The futa-fairies' magic was amazing.“Jamie Miller, come and read yours,” Ms. Marcie purred as I kept squirming, biting my lips, my pussy so on fire.“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” Jamie said, a short girl who had a face that reminded me of a pixie, framed by her short, brown hair. She held her poem in her.