]Stepping back into my bedroom, a large bathroom towel wrapped about me, I felt something - call it intuition - and looked about my room nervously. I ...ave had a long enough day and definitely enough startling discoveries this last week to last a year. My eyes scanned the room but eventually dropped to my hastily discarded work clothing at the foot of my bed. It all seemed as I had left it, but a growing anxiety told me to keep searching.There, inside the rumpled sweaty nylons where I had. I have to be honest here, I have not been with a woman for a long time…in fact, the last time was high school and that was a total bust, as I came before I ever got it in the girl, which made her mad because she had cum all over her legs and the back seat of her parents car. That was my last date with her. So, I was enjoying the incident feeling proud of myself for performing rather well…I guess it comes with age and maturity…after all, I was 17 then and now I am 22. I finished and went to. Her breasts were very nicely rounded, at least C-cups, and sat high on her chest, and she also had a nicely rounded ass that was just right for her shortness. He figured that Celia was no more than probably 5'2" to 5'4" or so in height. Philip's cock began to flinch and throb in his pants from just imagining having Celia sitting on his cock and sliding wetly up and down as he held there by the waist.Philip couldn't resist and before he left the quick mart, he asked Celia if she'd like to go out. She felt herself going alternately hot and cold as memories of her confusion kept swirling up in her mind.And what had the headmaster been feeling as he caned her? Had he liked doing it? The girls in the changing room had obviously assumed that he did. But why should he? She was old enough to know very well that men desired her for something, and she accepted without even really understanding the reason that they wanted to see her body. So the headmaster got to do this. But why the caning? She.