The boys always talked about girls in the changing room. But I could feel it was all talk. They looked at girls, but they knew no girls.That night I h...d a very strange dream. At breakfast, I spoke to Dad."Can you take me to Garden Island?" Near Rockingham? I suppose so. When?" Soon. Saturday morning?" If your Mum and Sarah don't need us." They won't. But I need to go. Can we go early?" Can you tell me why?" I need a female python. One will wait for me Saturday morning near the Northwest tip of. “Oh yes … please.” “Tell me what else you want in your sweet pussy, Laura,” he cooed. Now she pressed her backside into him as hard as she could. The feeling of his cock was exciting her as much as his words. “I want your cock inside me,” she told him. “Where do you want my cock?” he said as he continued the questioning. “In my pussy, Evan. Please, I want it right now,” she groaned. “Where else do you want it?” he asked, continuing the torture. She put one of her hands on top of his hand. I saw you looking over at us. You want some of what I got. Just relax, it’ll be fine.” Up to this point I was just gazing at amazement. Here was one of the sexiest girls I knew, talking to the hottest teacher I had about having sex with me!Miss Jones looked incredibly nervous. And Lucy didn’t seem to be doing a good job of relaxing her. “Now Miss,” she said soothingly, “Just relax, everything’s going to be okay.” Lucy then removed Miss’s cardigan, leaving her in just a short skin coloured. She made her way to the table holding the little whip to inspect it closer. She had never desired to own a riding crop. Yet this one called out to her. Her hand slipped to it and her fingers went around the rough handle. It seemed to have been held tight when used. It had obviously been used often. There was an indentation where a strong hand had once put its thumb. The thing seemed to sink itself deep in into her palm. Like a pearl still in its safe shell. She picked it up and inspected it.