Mrs. Dickson looked at both girls, a stern expression across her face. She stood with her hands on her hips and waited for an answer. When it did not ...ome, she spoke once more.“I asked you a question – what is going on here, ladies?” She tried, but failed, to look away from the girls’ breasts, which were standing out prominently.Daisy Goodman calmly brushed her wet hair behind her ears and turned the shower off.“We just lost track of time, Miss. Sorry – we were the last in the shower and didn’t. "Not all the exciting stuff you'll learn comes from books and classes," she pointed out. "There are a lot of lessons picked up just in surviving this place. It's a lot like middle school in that way, only more intense." I'm finding that out. It must have been hard for you." Then I really felt stupid. Of course it had to have been hard, she's gay, and she'd come out her sophomore year, to her parents and the school, both! "Sorry."She wasn't offended. She smiled. "Well, yeah, but it wasn't like I. I continued to suck and lick her pussy, her ass hole and her clit until her second orgasm arose. Again, she pushed her soaked cunt into my face and moaned aloud, “For Christ sake, I’m cumming again – eat me Dan – eat me!” When she settled down a bit, I started to move up her body, kissing my way to her tits. Her nipples were rock hard as I alternated sucking each of them into my mouth. She grabbed my head and told me she needed my cock. I asked, “Where do you need it?” “Any where you want. Shoulder length hair framed her beautiful face. Skin like silk. And that smile. One that could melt hearts and mine was no exception. A soft plum coloured blouse and light grey pencil skirt, dark nylons and heels make up her business attire. Simple but deliciously effective, the blouse tucked into her skirt that accentuates her hourglass body. Her heels elongate her silky nylon legs. Curves in all the right places, she had a body to catch the eye of every red blooded male and turn many a female.