I began to actually get a little bit turned on at the thought of him, and the feeling wouldn't leave me for the rest of the day. By the time the end ...f the day came round, I'd actually got quite hot for him. I stopped at the staff toilets on the way back to the class to see Jem for his hours detention at the end of the day. I looked at myself in the mirror, and made up my mind. I was feeling horny as hell. I touched-up my make up and daubed some bright red lipstick across my mouth. I was. It was nice to be playing with an un-cut dick and I was enjoying pulling back the foreskin over the head as I stroked down and seeing it cover it again on the return. Un-cut dicks had always fascinated me. I was now in the mood to get a taste of his lovely sizeable meat. I pulled his foreskin right back, exposing his large purple helmet. I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and licked it all over, coating it with my shiny saliva. That first taste was excellent; I think that un-cut dicks. My experience the night before and all the talk on the train seemed to have heightened my awareness of how we were going to deal with changing and dressing. Samantha was more used than I was to sports locker rooms and chatting to sports team members while drying off and dressing. I attended a rather small and expensive gym where you were almost guaranteed privacy in a cubicle or alcove to yourself. So I really was quite taken aback by the intensity of the thrill it sent through me when I took. Pam was a 32 year old petite blue eyed blonde, 5-2, 110 lbs, beautiful legs; small but perky boobs, curvy hips, tiny waistline and looked great in anything she wore. As the inventory manager for a large auto parts distributor in Atlanta, there were days when she was required to leave her office and go into the vast warehouses on the company's 20 acre campus to troubleshoot discrepancies in her books.The guys in the warehouse loved Pam's "warehouse" days because she was a beautiful site to.