"I love naked pajama parties." Megan said. She lay down on my bed and began to finger herself. "When you feel up to it, Holly, it's my turn." She whis...ered down at me."Holly, just think you're going to get to be naked all the time." Ashlyn whispered in a breathy teasing voice. "This is going to be the best semester ever."I dosed off lying on the floor, I had just had the two best orgasms of my life and all I could taste was Ashlyn's pussy. When I woke up it was very late at night. I could hear. Evening meals on weekdays would be at half past seven, but that allowances would be made if I were kept late at work. On Saturday, usually my half-day, and Sunday dinner would be at half past one, after church, with high-tea at six. This was all a far cry from the poverty of my childhood, with my parents snatching a hurried slice of bread and a mug of mock coffee, made from burned crusts as they sat at their work, but I had some indirect knowledge, as most of the boys I had known at grammar. She picked up the clothes off the floor, and emptied thehamper. Missing the basket she squatted down, knees together in thatfeminine way that is now second nature, to retrieve the strays. Feelingthe clothes she felt something silky. Turning them over in her hand shesaw pale yellow satin panties of hers. "Hmm," she thought" when did Iwear these last?" Without any more thought she threw them in the basketand stood up.The first load of laundry was just done when there was a phone call.Glancing. "I guess I should have explained what I meant, but I was driven, and I would not eat or sleep until I was confident that I had a composition to give my teacher an orgasm. So, I wrote it and I got an A+ on it, and oh, did it ever feel good thinking that I must have given her an orgasm with that big A+ written on the top of the composition.After she showed me the A+ mark, she asked. "Can I keep the composition?"Of course, I was estatic when she said that, and I said. "Sure, its yours."It was a.