He wants to now if you'd like to press charges against the boys that almost beat you to death."I thought about it. It was tempting to get back at them... but it wouldn't help me would it? "If I don't, will they still get punished? I mean they shouldn't get away with it. But I'm not there anymore. I probably still would've gone through MORFS again, and my parents would still throw me out. There's no point in taking revenge."Gavin nodded, "I'm impressed with your maturity. Of course if you press. As she passed the common room, Victoria stepped out and joined her, grinning. She looked a question at her, but just got a mumbled "art homework" by way of explanation. When they reached their table, she noted that she still had an ordinary chair. She took that as a good sign.When the teachers filed in, she noticed that one was still naked and was looking a bit the worse for wear. She was not unhappy about that, but she was annoyed at the memory of her parents' comment. Admittedly, her. "forward"! she said."After what you were doing when I came in? Do me a favour," I said, "Lookit's really very simple, do you want to spend the night with him?" Yes!" she said, grinning "but I don't think we will get much sleep!" OK, lets go upstairs and find something in the wardrobe for you and I'lltell Ron where your bedroom is. And I don't want to see you before lunchtime tomorrow, either!"She went upstairs and I told Ron where the bedroom was.I went upstairs to the bedroom to and sent her. My husband had once confided that when he was a boy he used to lightly stroke his sister's knickers over his erect penis, imagining the light feel of a girl's soft fingers and lips. I brushed the smooth satin of my thong slowly over the taut skin of Ralph's straining shaft, over its head, and across the little slit opening in its big red-purple head. I stroked his balls with my thong and stretched it underneath him and stroked him back and forth from his bum crack to the head of his shaft..