She was lying withher legs shamelessly wide apart with me lying between her thighs. One of herhands was over her pussy again and I saw that she was ru...bing a couple offingers in slow wet circles over her clit as she waited for me to recover. Shewasn?t actually masturbating, more kind of gently stimulating herself. After my ratherrigid conventional upbringing it still amazed me to see such boldness. Here wasa woman who could just relax in front of another woman and openly play with herpussy. I. “Remember your third day of Cassie School? Well, what it all comes down to is when you get fucks, that’s what young girls call third base. First base is kissing, second base is when a boy starts feeling your boobs or down below, and third base is when he finally manages to put it in you. So what do you think about that?” I gave him another drink of his beer and was really enjoying him scrunching his hand on my tip and squeezing my nipple. I handed his bottle to Mommy and said just a. This was James’ first product since he’d understood the mysteries of the folding fan and so it was filled with a great deal of effort on his part. The sickle blade was sharp enough to cut through damn near anything, and the chain had a simple cudgel style handle that could suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.The most mystical part was the chain. Through trial and error, James had discovered a means to allow the chain to extend or retract infinitely. In its primary form, the chain sickle. Oh my, I have never climaxed that much in my life. What Mr. Bradley and his wife did drove me into the stars!At the next LARPing event, Mr. Bradley had brought his wife. He came up and thanked me for the other night, and for breaking the ice with his wife. Mr. Bradley had dressed his wife up in some chain mail outfit and a mask to hide her face. For once I was not the center of attention and I could see Mr. Bradley was getting off having some of his former students and other boys touching his.