After a long, long time, as it seems to me, she said breathless: “Good God, what a feeling, how wonderful. I feel stuffed till my mouth. Come on, da...ling, try to move in me.” I did, carefully and slowly first, but after a short time, I fucked her in the arshole as it were her pussy. Nelly cheered, cried, groaned, moaned, moved herself. I poked alternately in both her holes, the pussy and the ass, from ass to pussy, from pussy to ass, till Nelly gasped: “I don’t know in which hole you are, but. Ignoring her for the day might convince her that she didn’t mean anything to me, but if it didn’t, Sylvia’s presence might protect her. Unity makes strength, as they said.“At the moment, all I want from you is to stop spooking me like that”, she said.“Sure you want to spend your favour on that, considering what’s about to happen next weekend?”She sighed.“Let me think about it”, she said. “I’d better go before I’m late. I’m not the track team captain, after all.”I chuckled. Most teachers tried. The room was full of shadows. I stripped to my fishnets and she proceeded to dress me. Firm whitepanties, a finely boned peach silk corset, tightly done! A matching brawith soft silicone breast pads, fitted silk blouse and a straight blackskirt to just above the knees. She brought out some black suede kittenheels to finish. Next was make-up. Alice band for my hair, foundation, little bit ofblusher, soft gray eye shadow, brown mascara and a natural pink lipstick.She sat back and looked at me.. It was at lunch that day before I started to suspect that it was me who had shut up Ms. Hendrix. I was sitting with some of my friends in the cafeteria. My one friend Benson, who was a at tub of lard if ever I saw one, had enough lunch for three and I had none, my mother having drunk all the money away and my father having not sent a child support check in the last decade. I suppose being dead gave him leave to skip out on child support but it was still annoying. Anyway, as was my usual, I.