The class ended and then before the next teacher came, we decided to go to the washroom and continue by giving the reason that I was in periods. So we...didn’t wait even a moment, we just walked as quickly as possible to girls restroom.We made sure that no one was there in the restroom and then occupied one of the compartments. We just couldn’t wait, we looked at each other in the eye and then moved more and more closer till our bodies stuck to each other. I could see the lust in her eyes. We. I imagined the others were at least rubbing a good bulge in the crotch of their pants. Mary Ann opened her eyes finally, but made no effort to look out at her audience, instead she looked only at my face. "Are they still gawking?"I just sighed and grinned very devilishly in the shadows. "I feel so kinky, Don," she giggled as she continued squeezing and releasing her nipples one after the other. I noticed her eyes half close as a small moan escaped her lips. While she continued to pinch I eased. Now though, there was no trace of make-up to be seen and her face was puffy and blotchy. Not the slim, sweet girl I thought she was when I married her but, I could do no more than admit, looking older than her 34 years.And by a fair distance.Okay! Not by that great a distance, I admit it; exaggeration, I confess, brought on by her none-too-subtle reference to my sexual inadequacies. The same failings that had been one of our marriage’s major bones of contention and the same ones she brought up. Slater, what does your family have against George?” Lady Anne asked when all of them were seated.“Mr. Slater thinks he is after her purse.”Lady Anne laughed. “A man may pursue a particular lass, or just want to have a lass. I find it hard to believe that a man would pursue a particular purse. George is, however ill you think of him, an earl. Were he in pursuit of some purse, he would frequent the balls. At the balls, he could find a maiden with a sufficient dowry and a desire to be a countess.