As Oliver,Judy and the other students are preparing for the spring solstice carnival. The drama club puts on a play every year. They match the theme o... the play to the carnival, this year they needed flowers for the performance. Miss Pananeenee the teacher who oversees the drama club yelled "Oliver will you come here please". "Yes ma'am Oliver replied quietly as he walked towards her, his head down as usual not making eye contact with anyone. As he approached her he couldn't resist looking at. I soaped my breasts and admired them as I ran my hands over them. The slipperiness the soap created made it easy to glide my hands over them. As I tried to cup them, they oozed through my hands as they returned to their original state. I did this a few times as I watched the fullness of them slip through my fingers.As I ran the palms of my hands around the nipples I felt them harden with each circle I made. Then I grabbed each with my fingers, twisting as far as the soapy, slippery nubs would. What we today would call a milf, but we had no such word back then.At night, I would frequently jerk off while fantasizing about her, whether I was staying at his house or mine. His sister was pretty sexy too, a couple of years older than me, and I wouldn't have minded spending some "quality time" with her. The summer following our senior year in High School, we had just turned 18 and were each about to go away to college. We decided to play golf together (we were both golf crazy). Afterward. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Myrna looked supreme and sneered as she awaited my response. My arse tingled and clenched as I remembered my last encounter."Yes Mistress Blanche, I would love to have Myrna thrash me again, while all the women watch." Myrna smiled contentedly and pushed her breasts forward in the soft hanging silk, showing me nipples erect and hard with excitement. She was relishing thrashing me again.The attention now centred firmly on the gimp; It was with some jealousy, my.