“Do you like my outfit?” She asked, obviously I must have been staring. She stood up and spun around. “The principal told me this was going on t...day so I changed into something a bit more fun. Do you like it? He did. We fucked on my desk while you were in the locker room.” She said as she rubbed her hands up and down her body. Her coat was just a sexy little top that stopped at her ass. The only thing else she had on were white stockings that ran up her legs to a lace garter. And nothing. It was too late to go that night, but they told us the name of the club urged us to give it a try. I thought it better that we stick to the tourist areas and play it safe. Jenny, however, was feeling adventurous and all but demanded that we try it out. She had come to feel safe as we traveled around the island and she wanted to have a little adventure. Against my better judgment we decided to try it out the next night.That was how we came to be in a taxi the next night on our way to Banana. So over tea and cakes Tabitha got the opening she was looking for. As Cyn admitted that not only had she enjoyed the kissing but it had led to her being made love to by her husband and to her chagrin enjoying it. From her description which was interestingly enough quite open and detailed Tabitha concluded that she had even had a very minor climax.“Look Cyn enjoying sex is not wrong or slutty. Slutty is getting rat-arsed on a Saturday night and screwing a stranger against a wall in Canterbury.. It stiffened, rubbery hard with excitement, until it stood straight up, a tight-pointed tip jutting into the air.In an abrupt movement that caused the teen-ager to suck in her breath and groan with abandoned relish, his fingers released their hold on her nipple and suddenly dropped down to cup her tit again. Solidly, he kneaded the apple-like shape of her young breast, while he ducked his head down, his lips capturing the swollen nubbin of her need."Suck it, Big Brother," the frosty-tressed.