As I said earlier, this was the last day of school and my friends had bet me that I wouldn’t try and touch her arse. I wanted to, badly. Miss Evans ...as parading up and down the aisles looking at our work as she moved from pupil to pupil. I looked at Dave opposite me and he mouthed quietly that I should do it now. I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do. I felt my heart race and a plan hatched in my head. At least with my plan I could always feign innocence. Miss Evans was fast approaching. That night I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. Then I experienced an epiphany. Someone had said once that if you turn your play into work, you'll never have to work a day in your life. I knew just what to do for her. One problem solved; now I only had one more to work on. That one would take a little more soul searching and was a lot more unpredictable.At breakfast, on the morning of her birthday, I asked her,"How does it feel to be eighteen?"I got the reaction that I was hoping. She lowered all the way down my shaft slowly, moaning the whole way. "Ooohhhh, your cock is mine now John, anytime I want it your going to come her and give it to me." she said as she bounced up and down on my dick. I was so distracted by the motion of her tits that I barely heard her. I mumbled some random gibberish in reply as I started to meet her on the way down with my own thrusting. "Fuck me good John" she screamed as my dick went deep into her vagina. Linda was smiling and yelling from. Also, the fact she found Tom ridiculous rather than irresistible boosted his sense of fortitude.The evening was, in fact, highly entertaining, with Meg deliberately drawing out Tom with false flattery so that his boastfulness became increasingly ludicrous. She then turned to Tobias behind Tom’s back and made outrageous faces. His cheek muscles were hurting with the effort of trying not to laugh out loud.The more Tom was encouraged to expound with an accompanying bumper of wine, the sillier his.