Master steps away andinspects me, I turn on his signal, bend over and lift my skirt so he can fingermy pussy and feel the buzzing egg. He touches the ...lug and presses it deep insideme as I groan. He pulls me up and turns me around. Brushing his finger acrossmy nipples he smiles as the hard buds react to his touch and I close my eyes.His hand moves lower, under my skirt and brushing the front of my thong as Ibite my lip and move my legs apart for him. His finger slips easily under thethong and. But I didn’t know where I wanted to go. Vicky kept on to me about how convenient Westmouth would be, and she was right, it would be convenient. And it wasn’t like it was a bad university. It had a good reputation but... A delicate cough interrupted my thoughts. I looked up from the Westmouth prospectus to see Clarissa standing at the end of the table. Her loose golden curls perfectly framed an impossibly pretty face with high cheekbones, perfect button nose and piercing sapphire eyes. Yet. I was fucked by several of the boys I taught in those three years.Doug was a typical example. He was tall and slender, yet hardbodied. We had chemistry from the instant we first laid eyes on each other. But he lacked self-confidence, especially when it came to females. I always had an itch to do something about that!My opportunity came one day when Doug got into a scuffle with another boy, from a different class. He had to stay with me after school.With only he and I in the classroom, I excused. She was naked, in her bed, but she was laying there under the covers and Catherine had forgotten what had occurred the night before. She didn’t know how she got in her bed. It was all a blur as she tried recalling any of it. As she remembered it she realized how fun her night ended up being. Her fingers, as usual, did the trick for her, and thankfully she was able to get herself off as she toyed with the lips of her pussy and Catherine remembered she masturbated again. She smiled. She still had.