’” “Yes. I know.” “Yeah… It’s a cool place. There’s a lot of English teachers in there. And they do cool stuff on Saturdays.” “But...�� I don’t want to read English novels.” She laughed. “Oh. Right. You get enough English practice in school, I guess.” “Yes.” I wanted to ask her dozens of questions, about what she really thought of school, or her parents, or the boys in the class… But we had less than five minutes remaining. And she was a student. I was her teacher—not her friend or godparent. This time six strokes, no explanation as before but all knew that the pass mark had been missed by ten percent. The last unfortunate, probably in her mid-thirties with the largest of the bottoms on display, got nine strokes. Then, as Miss Carter unpinned the dresses going back down the line, she said, “I hope that teaches you girls to pay more attention and try harder next time.”In unison, they responded with, “Yes, Miss Carter, thank you, Miss Carter.” She dismissed them back to their. I didn’t tell hubby about this thinking he didn’t or want to know anyway.It was a strange feeling not wearing panties, something i hadn’t done before, as the evening wore on everyone had a few glass’s of wine etc and people were dancing with different age people and hubby had been dancing the bridesmaids and mostly younger people, i noticed him touching or holding their bottoms and dancing very close with them, i though the dirty sod copping a feel as he did.well after a while one of my sisters. She loved to play with her nipples, it always brought her close to orgasm. He’d seen her beautiful little rosebud clit glistening with her juices and he’d imagined what she must taste like and it had driven him to almost insanity. He had to have her. He wanted to bury his nine inch cock deep inside her, feel her pink pussy wrap itself around his thick girth. He could feel his cock start to throb inside his boxers. He pushed it down as he looked out of the window of the ferry at the sight of.