He was followed by the younger Stoughton, who repeated the charges against the Sisters to the crowd and then the jury's findings. I had never heard su...h a litany of crap in my entire life. There was no real evidence against the girls. The entire case was based on superstition and unproven accusations by people who hadn't really seen or heard anything. From this, it was obvious to me that there was an ulterior motive behind all of this somewhere.As noon approached, the Sisters became more. " Principal Bickford nodded. "We'll have to set up a meeting for you two some other time. I do apologize for the trouble," he added.I waved off the apology, wanting to straighten out the matter as soon as possible. "Did... did Miss Palmer say when she was hoping to meet with me?" I stood, hoping to stave off a follow-up call from the principal or, I shuddered to think it, the curmudgeonly secretary, Mrs. Taylor.He checked a piece of paper in front of him. "Miss Palmer didn't name a time. It felt as if her ass was nibbling my finger and bit by bit it slid up her . She started to grunt a little and I just held my finger steady as she sort of rocked back and forth impaling her ass with my finger as she now seriously frigged her fanny. I was wanking my cock with my free hand and then I felt the muscles in her ass tighten rythmically on my finger. Suddenly she started to gasp "Uh ..Uh.. I'm going to come " She dropped her shoulders to the floor sticking her twitching ass back. She pushed it deeper into my mouth and I realized it was attached to a pair of black, lycra panties. Ingrid stood behind me and pulled the panties up her long, slender legs, snapping the waistband over her mound. Running her hand up and down her shaft while stroking her breast with the other, Ingrid admired her new look in the mirror. Grasping the edges of the coffee table, I raised my ass toward her and whispered "Fuck me Ingrid. You know what a stewardess needs." She dropped to her knees with.