"So far as I know, none have dared," was her reply."Well, let's see to this well," McAllister said, and turned to it. "Interesting things happen to me...at wells," he said, smiling at the girl.McAllister knelt at the lip of the mortared ring around the well, and saw the bucket was on a rope he judged as no longer than twenty feet. One end was tied through an iron eye welded to a rod set in the mortar, and the other end was in an iron ferrule, through which the bail of the bucket threaded. The. Suddenly I was really glad the classroom was empty. My hand slid slowly down the front of my jeans after unbuttoning and unzipping them, toying with my wet mound over my panties. God, I was soaking. I slid one finger apart from the rest and gently rubbed my clit through my underwear, causing a small moan to escape my lips. Aware of the sound I had made my eyes opened and I turned to look around the room, nervously glancing to see if anyone walking by the door had heard me. Thankfully it. It was then I could hear voices again but those were pitched much lower, proving to be the guys. I could hear them divide up the chip and get the game underway. After an hour of cheerers and poker I was at wits end. Then I heard the squeak of the door being opened the rest of the way. A rough and heavy hand reached out and touched me. His ft finger equal to a small cock for sure. I laid there mouth open moaning, that was until he pushed his cock past my full lips. White, black or brown I did. That was the greatest sex of my entire life.”“I’m glad I was here for it.”He was quiet for a moment. I turned to look at him. He started to say something, then stopped. “Go ahead,” I said.“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”“Sure,” I said.He closed the distance between us and briefly touched his lips to mine. He did it again -- longer this time -- and then a third time, longer still.“Wow,” he said. “The idea of kissing a guy used to seem disgusting. But that was actually great.”He propped.