The school wireless system allowing contact in the toilets, where they sit and get off whenever the mood or urge strikes, hooray for the invisible rad...ation of pleasure live from the girls toilet in St Augustine's, six cubicals with masturbating fillies pointing their hand-helds between their legs, now that's what I call technology. In my day, just before the technological revolution, our hand held was more likely to be a dong or a hard plastic vibrator, our toilets cubicals, sounding more. He was still my go-to fantasy when I jerked off. All the years of wanting him, wanting him to want me, pretending what life would be like if he wanted me and loved me, and all the hate I’d built up because I couldn’t have him and his treating me like shit, all the hate began to evaporate.I looked around. Elliott Rodriguez, a recent graduate working in the next department was looking at me. Why couldn’t a guy like that ask me out? I turned my face away. I had the urge to be with someone; I. Well, is THIS naughty enough?!"You force a finger inside her, and she screams into your hand.It's wet inside, wetter than you expected, wetter than the damn POOL. It's slick and warm and wet and it takes you inside with hardly any resistance. So you put another finger in, and force the both of them even deeper inside her, and she screams even louder.She's screaming and sobbing with each thrust of your fingers, each rotation of your thumb against her clit. She's kicking, clawing, trying to get. Soon the water was splashing over the side with his thrusts. Jenny and the girl were holding hands; she was squeezing Jenny's hand hard as she was fucked. Finally the guy gave one last thrust hard into her and held very still. When he pulled out I could see his cum mixed with the girl's juices.He didn't stick around after he was done. Just gave the girl a quick kiss and put his suit back on before heading into the house. The girl, Kathy, watched him leave and then slipped back into the water.As.