Claire help Olivia out of the class room and to the toilets where she sat her down on the toilet and grabbed a towel to help dry some of the sweat and...cum and by now Olivia was starting to get some sense back in her. Claire closed the door and told Olivia to undress so she could be dried off and cleaned up easier and Olivia decided she did not have much off a choice as she could not walk round the school looking like she did, so she slowly undressed and sat there naked in front of Claire who. The smell of her awaiting sex assaulted my senses as I had leaned down to lick along her stomach. My hands brushed up her legs, pulling her skirt up and over her thighs. Her legs opened automatically, inviting me into their depths. I licked my way up her thighs and hooked my fingers under her pantyhose. She lifted her hips and I pulled the fabric down ever so slowly, watching and treasuring every single delicious inch of her beauty before removing it with her shoes. I could hear her rapid pants. White female. I’m new to the area. I’m a student. 5’6”. Slim build. D cup. Long very curly brown hair. Freckles. Hazel eyes. I love talking to older White males who are literate. Intelligent. Well spoken. Prefer that you be over 40. Willing to talk about anything. I’m bored and need someone to talk to. Maybe even hang out with. Tell me about you!”.The first 10 messages or so came from men who quiet obviously didn’t bother listening to my greeting. “Hey boo ... wuz good wit choo?” click... “Hey. As I stripped, I checked out my reflection in the mirror over one of the restroom sinks. Crap! I looked like I’d fought a battle with a dirt monster and lost. My thinning hair was greasy and matted, a white T-shirt which had become a dingy shade of gray, and a week's worth of stubble did nothing to improve my appearance. I removed my socks, dropped my trousers and slid out of my jockey shorts before I added my shirt and T-shirt to the pile of dirty clothes at my feet. "Should I wash them or.