But I didn’t know that this time it wasn’t easy to escape. As my English teacher came out of the principal’s office, looked at me, and then left... I knocked on the door. “Come in,” I heard my principal’s voice. My principal, Mr. Wayne was thirty-seven years old, good looking man. There were rumors in the college, about the relationships of our principal with our biology teacher. Our biology teacher was a beautiful lady too, but I think boys in the college would have been masturbating more. Then it was bike time, and after getting the bikes off the rack, and bagging our lunch up in rucksack that dad was going to carry, we set off for a family bike ride.For the next hour or so, my father and my stepmother rode happily along, chatting and pointing at things as we went, my stepsister rode behind them, and I rode behind her, which wasn't too bad when I realised I now got to look at her tight little arse, in those tight grey pants of hers, and I think she knew it as well, because every. When Dennis’s lips and hands began sending ecstasy rushing though her, Lois felt her legs go rubbery. She clutched his head, pulling him against her. ‘Ohhh!!! Dennis!!! That feels so good!!!’ she whimpered. While his lips and one hand worked on Lois’s breasts, the young man’s other hand slid to her waist and undid the clasp at the waist of her slacks. The zipper buzzed down, then her slacks pooled around her ankles. He trailed his fingers lightly over her gently rounded belly, then his hand. After class she indicated I should wait until the others had gone. I stood beside her when everyone had left except for Mrs Blackcock the teacher. "Bend over I have a present for you." Sam instructed. I bent over my skirt rode up exposing my bare bottom. Sam held a steel butt plug upright in front of my face, it had a blue glass decoration on the base, turned horizontal pointed at my cherry red lips. Mrs Blackwood dressed in a charcoal tailored pinstripe suit looked in my eyes as I sucked the.