Once they’re done they go back to the main building. Also teachers are much more lenient with sixth form students; they don’t have to wear uniform... unlike the rest of the school and are pretty much above most rules. The only thing that put a damper on it was Mr. Matthews, the sixth form coordinator. Mr. Matthews was a giant of a man, standing at about 6’6, maybe 6’7. He was also in pretty good shape, he used to play college basketball so the rumors say, was pretty good too until he injured his. She wore a conservative pair of shorts that revealed only the slightest sign of pubic hair, another sign of her freedom. Her top reached up to her chest, allowing her breasts to spill out nicely, and her arms were protected by arm-warmers. If religion hadn't been abolished, I'd say she was some bible-thumping grandmother from the way she was dressed. She was definitely post-pubescent, probably between sixteen and fifty, but its hard-to-tell these days. Her breasts felt almost natural, not. God, I hope he still thinks so later. Mom convinced Laura that baking cookies would be better than a picnic so she didn’t mind that we weren’t taking her along. Dad had wandered off to do one of those things that always seemed to need doing on a farm. Tim picked up the basket and took my hand. ‘See you later this afternoon,’ he told Mom. He bent down and gave Laura a kiss as he passed her, already hard at work at the table. ‘Be good for Grandma,’ he told her. ‘I’ll make a special cookie for. The second row seat was folded down so Leticia could sit in the third row and spread her legs wide so Carolyn would have full access to her vagina. Leticia had changed into a pair of short gym shorts and a tube top. Leticia pulled down the tube top and told Carolyn “you can start right here” Carolyn lips went to Leticia's mouth and they kissed, their tongues intertwined as kissed like only lesbians can do. Carolyn pulled down Leticia's tube top and began suckling on her nipples like a baby..