The question was one that every girl at the school knew by heart, and in most every case, the more complicated the answer, the longer the punishment t...at followed. Fail to give an adequate answer, however, and the results would be even worse. Sarah fidgeted, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet as she tried to think of something in the middle.“I don’t know,” she said at last.The headmaster took one last draw from his pipe and set it aside, and Sarah watched as a thin trail of smoke. I am the sole survivor of ill fated IFS Zephyr.”And I began to spill those beans. I told in great detail of the last hours of the unsinkable airship. I told of the heavier than air flying machines that had soared around. I told him of the machined guns that tore through the ship’s hull and perforated the flight balloon. I told him of the brave crew who did their best to secure the passengers. I told him of how I had reached my room and only been saved by the slenderest of threads, the smallest. " I stood looking at my fellow members of SA. There was the usual murmur of 'hello Jason'. "This is my first meeting and I guess I should tell you why I am here." The older gentleman that ran the group gave me a smile and a nod. "This all started with my step daughter, well she wasn't my step daughter at the time..." I paused collecting my thoughts. "...I was dating her mother and the little tease would wear the most provocative outfits around me." Everyone leaned in and one girl actually. (Isn’t a gurl supposed to flirt? Jeeeezzzzzz.) I returned to my computer and signed off for the night, relishing in my dance as a gurl in the out-of-doors, my boobies jiggling and nipples hardening. The sheer fabric of the negligee caressed my skin like silken fingers and my little cockette was leaking, tucked into its tight thong. I drifted off to sleep and dreamed…(Okay I don’t remember all my dreams….or maybe I just don’t want to share them) A week later, I slide into a clean pair of silky.