Mr Peddigrew, the Headmaster swept through the cafeteria, past the main hall and towards his office door which was virtually hidden behind a large pos...er advertising the forthcoming talent contest.Mr Peddigrew was in his 60s. He was taller than most men, but he was thin and gangly, an almost wiry frame that seemed all the more noticeable by his poor posture. His long black gown covered his whole body, the knot of his dull silver tie and bright white collar peering above it’s hem.Molly knew that. Lots better than the alternative! She showed me the bathroom but there was just one big room with one big bed. I’d slept on pallets on the floor before. Still better than the truck.When she came out of the bathroom in a robe I offered to help make one. “Don’t be silly! There’s plenty of room in my bed. I’ve slept with a man most of my life. I just don’t have anyone else here tonight but you.”I wasn’t sure what all that implied, if anything, so I washed my face and took a pee. No toothbrush but. " He rolled over onto his side and I rested my head on the pillow. With his right hand he began to caress and massage my soft, pillowy ass. I was completely turned on, I wanted him to fuck me NOW. The anticipation was killing me as he placed one finger in my ass, massaging the pink hole. I let out a moan letting him know I was ready for his cock. When he placed a second finger into me I began to push back onto his hand with a whimpering moan. "Oh daddy. Yes daddy, that feels so good." I. It seemed rather cruel to me that nature woulddisplay so much beauty while my dear sister might be in the gravestdistress or even worse. I confess, to my great embarrassment, that in asudden surge of emotion, I threw myself in a very ungentlemanly wayonto my uncle?s chest and wept for Sheila with all my heart.Uncle Isaac was a very kind and understanding man. He patiently allowedme to soak his linen shirt with tears, and petted me until I hadregained some control over my emotions.?What are we.