“I’d rather participate” was my response but then I was informed that the two girls had decided to shave each other’s pubic hair so that they ...ould decide whether sex was better with a bald cunt. As for me, I was to take off my clothes, sit quietly and watch without touching myself. “Are you kidding?” I asked “I won’t have touch myself to spout like a geyser!”While Tracey went to prepare a bowl of hot water, some soft soap, moisturizing lotion, scissors and a razor, Cathy watched while I. She heard the swish, felt the pain, and was actually thankful that her bottom must still be dulled from the punishment so far as she found the stroke quite manageable and was now more confident especially after the fourteenth fifteenth and sixteenth strokes came and went. Jane was conscious of bending her knees, even lifting one leg, and most certainly shrieking, but then came the seventeenth and finally wonderfully the eighteenth stroke. Yes finally her punishment was over. Again she wondered. I stare into your eyes and wrap my mouth around your pussy. You gasp and moan as I engulf your pussy with my hot, wet, mouth. I start stroking my cock with my free hand. You grab a handful of my hair, thrusting your hips, fucking my mouth. I run my tongue up and down your puffy lips, I look up and with your free hand your twisting and pulling from nipple to nipple. I stare at you, as I thrust my tongue into your hot lips. You tilt your head back and bite your bottom lip. I thrust in and out of. Its honestly not anything special, not really different from the boy'schange room I use for gym, except that there are spare cheer uniformshung up inside. I touch the skirt of one, feeling the fabric, and thenput it back on the hanger.I ache to put it on, but I cant.Bad things happen to boys who wear skirts.I do a circle of the gym, and go back through the girl's change room toget back to the hallway.I never visit the boy's room except when its gym time.I go back down the hall, and stop at the.