She then closed her eyes and continued to tease herself between her parted legs as she waited. She was so horny that even her own slow touch was enoug... to make her limbs tremble. Every few seconds she had to stop, attempting to exercise control over herself. At long last the creak of the door announced the arrival of the second man in the guessing game. Her eyelids fluttered open to catch him staring, eyes tracing the path of her fingers as they worked their magic on her body. For extra. The school I attended was very prestigious and very high standards of behavior were expected from all the girls. Any girl who did not meet these expectations was seen to rather swiftly,keeping in mind that at this time corporal punishment was the norm and most of the female teachers were not backward in coming forward when it came to administering same. However apart from the usual slapped legs which were more or less routine I had managed to avoid the more severe punishments that many of my. But it never happened. The bell rang, we shuffled out to our next class. As the day went on, I got progressively more worried. My mom was going to be in there soon. Then the shit would really hit the fan. Forget the twins staying with us; I’d be lucky if I wasn’t expelled.I returned to the office between classes in desperation, asking to talk to Dr. Kendall, ready to turn myself in and face the punishment. The secretary told me he was occupied. Speaking with my mom, in fact. Her demeanor was. You were right about me. Sure, ‘you can’t make me go to church’ is a stage towards independence, but look at that congregation some time. Most of the people in the sanctuary are adults.”“Old and stodgy -- sexless.”“Well, you want to be grown up. The next stage is getting old. And, while I hate to tell you this, those kids running around after church don’t all come from virgin births. I think some of those couples are plainly having sex.”“Now, Marilyn,” Dad said. He might be worried that she.