After Allison got out of the restroom,I went in. It was steamy and muggy and it smelled like cheap musk perfume or body spray. I turned on the shower ...nd noticed Allison's back pack sitting next to the toilet. OMG! I said to myself, what if?, maybe, I got excited! I sat down on the toilet and looked into her pack. Shit yes! she did leave her dirty panties. I though about it and said, fuck it! I pulled her blu and white g string panties out and and with anticipation I turned them inside out and. Again, I've gotten sidetracked. Excuse me. Back to the assembly. I am up on stage next to the headmistress who is explaining the situation. She says that in order to dissuade any other "filthy, disgusting boys" from showing their "wretched little penises" that a compilation video has been produced of all the video footage of my humilation and we will be watching that here today, and it would also be playing in assemblies across all of the county schools at this moment. She started the video.. There were one or two problems. To the first she would have to give much thought, the other was more simple although still a little vexing. Gwen was certain that Abby would not accept a marriage in the same way that girls of Gwen’s circle would. She felt certain that Abby and James would want to be in Love. Why? She asked herself. Wasn’t it enough that they were well suited? Why did they have to bring love into the equation? Whatever, none of it mattered until the first problem had been. I was fucking at least three generations of women.Then I felt it…Mrs. Rogers clamped her pussy tight onto my shaft. She was having an orgasm and she wanted more feeling. Well that extra feeling was all that I needed to start my climax.I said, “Boy your pussy is tight.”That was when old Mrs. Rogers said, “I used to fuck horses. I collected their cum so that my father could sell it for artificial insemination. When he died I continued to collect it for my husband. My two daughters didn’t want any.