The beck disappeared into a dense coppice, and we moved off the pathway to follow it. A small pool had been formed by the beck in this bosky, secluded...spot, and at one end of the pool a slight drop allowed the beck to make a miniature waterfall as it continued down the incline, a delight to the ears as well as to the eyes. The banks either side of the beck were covered in a sward of sweet smelling grass, with wild flowers giving off many pleasurable scents. We kissed again, and this time our. Our world had again been covered in a sheet of white, and it crunched as I headed over to Tiffany’s. I stood at her doorway for what seemed like hours, before mustering up the courage to finally knock. The familiar sound of the lock being moved and the knob turning was heard. I was greeted with the sweet smell of her home as the door opened. She stood at the doorway wearing her tank top and sweats, panting a little.“Hey Tyler,” she said with a big smile. “I didn’t know you were coming. I peeked in. My stepmother was lying on her bed. Her housedress was unbuttoned down the front, and spread apart. Her legs were spread too. Her bra was flipped up, off her breasts, and I could see her nipples were hard as her left hand pulled and twisted them. Her right hand was holding a hairbrush, and she was pressing the handle against her clit, and then down, slipping it into her pussy slit. She was getting louder, and her body shook with orgasms. My hand was caressing my prick. I had pulled. The teacher standing behind you. You sitting at your desk, tits bulging out of your tight blouse. Top buttons undone. Legs apart. Skirt hiked up. As you write, you finger your pussy. Standing above you, his eyes linger on your tits. His cock grows hard. He makes his way back to his desk and sits down.Now he is facing you and his eyes are drawn back to your open legs. He has an unobstructed view of your pussy. With your panties pushed aside allowing your fingers full access. To try to hide his.