“Let me finish, I don't mean at home, but at school!”“What, you mean in the girls’ room, like Anne?”“Err... Yes, but even in the classroom... with everyone around”“No way!”“Yes, here, listen to this bit: She's at school and has been fantasizing about one of the boys all morning...”She picked up the book, went back a couple of pages and started reading“...when I went to pee during recess my panties were all damp, so I thought it would be better to take them off and stuff them in my bag. I didn’t. .. you know." No, not at all. Why would you think that? Do you feel guilty, or awkward, about what we did?" No ... maybe ... I don't know. There's just so much swirling around my head. I don't know what I think. Well, there is one thing I..." What Mary Ann? What is it?" Sherry, I need to ... Can I..." Can you what, Honey? What's up?" Can I kiss you, Sherry?" What? Mary Ann ... can you ... kiss me?"She didn't wait for an answer after that. She awkwardly pushed herself toward me, and planted her. Relax I thought, my pussy was already tingling in anticipation and my nipples were already hard as his hands brushed across them. Oh shit, I must be such a slut to be enjoying this, nut there was nothing I could do and I was silently willing him to go down on me again.I was laying on my back and his hand soon worked down to mu pussy stroking gently and, slut that I am, I opened my legs, allowing him full access. Then he slid closer and I could feel his cock against my side as his finger worked. Her face was flushed, her breasts wobbled as she turned to look at herself and her nipples were clearly defined. ‘Oh, God,’ she said. ‘Ben, they’re going to think we’re, well, doing it in here.’ He splashed some water on his face and said tiredly, ‘Let them think whatever they want. If you want, fake an orgasm, a good loud one. That should do Richard some good.’ She remembered her intentions in time to leer at him. ‘Why should I fake one?’ ‘Oh, God.’ Ben ran a wet hand through his dark hair and.