Every night I would watch this show from their window. As time passed, my shock had given way to my excitement at getting to watch this fascinating an... kind of funny thing each night. It was even starting to affect me as, when I went to my bed thinking about that night's show, I felt a need to do something I never needed to do before - stroke, feel, finger and play with my pussy under my sheets.One night one of my brothers saw me peeking through the window and beckoned to me to come inside. I. Dressed in black cargo pants and laced up para boots, the teacher must have been an army wannabe. With a pronounced limp on his right side, it was obvious he was never going to be more than a jumped up security guard.The room was full of kids from all lifestyles. Half of them couldn't even speak English. Sitting up with their backs straight, it looked like they were skewered on spikes that entered their arse and left through the top of their heads.There was nothing worse than sitting through. "Thanks Randy," smiled Jill before she sipped the juice. The boys winked at each other as they watched their mom drink the d**gged juice. Within a few minutes, Jill began to nod her head. "Gee I'm still sleepy," yawned Jill. "I think I'll go back to bed for a while." Unable to get up, Jill slouched over the table. Tapping Jill's shoulder Randy asked, "Mom are you awake?" Sensing no response Randy, inched his hand inside Jill's gown. Boldly, the horny boy felt up his mom's right, then left. She told me that she often will scream like that and that it is a good thing. It is because of pleasure not pain. Feeling relieved I continued what I had started. The next step was one I was not sure of. I was scared to taste a female for the first time. I closed my eyes stuck out my tongue and slowly moved it closer until I was barely touching it. Then I began to lick her slit. The taste was salty and somewhat sweet and bitter at the same time. It was hard to describe but I liked it. .