I froze, unsure of what to do, what after all could I do. My nerves got the better of me and apprehensively I disrobed and put everything back where I...found it, before slinking off to my own room.I tried to put the thought that I may have been caught out of my head, even at that short distance surely there was no way anybody could have seen that it was me, maybe they were just perving, thinking it was my sister.The following Monday, I left school just after the bell and made my way through the. You try to stop your self but find your eyes being drawn to the bulge in his pants. You look at the note, typing into the computer quickly finding where it should be. “Follow me.” you say standing from your desk. As you walk down the twisted rows of books you can feel his eyes on you, drinking in your curves. You walk to where the book should be standing on your tip toes. Your dress rises up exposing you smooth thighs. You struggle to reach the book and suddenly feel a hand run over your. No semen crusted panties in the wash hamper. Of course, the trouble with that was that she usually didn’t wear any panties anyway. No bra hardly ever either since her boobs set up high on her chest and she didn’t need one. There were no calls on her cell phone to unknown numbers, made or received, I checked. No whispered stuff while I wasn’t listening either. No bottles or packets of sex-lube. Not anything that even whispered of extramarital sex affairs.Outside of my not having sex with her,. Her eyes were shut, but her mouth was open as she bit on her bottom lip.I reached down to the cleft of her pussy and felt the wetness and stroked a finger either side of the erect nub of her clit a few times. Whatever she had been doing before in the dark had left a lot of juice. I stroked my fingers back and forth a few more times and then pushed forward into her hole. My two fingers found two others already buried in her cunt. When I pushed mine in, Mark pulled his out and so we alternated.