A chesterfield coach sits in the corner opposite the Head Masters desk and two single deep leather seats around the walls under the window, making a s...mi circle around a stiff backed wooden chair in the middle of the room. There was another door covered in red leather next to the door that she had just entered.The Head Master sat at his desk, the French Mistress sat on the coach next to her the Games Master. The Manual Arts Master sat in one of the single leather chairs.The Head Master. You do kiss like one." I really liked it and would love to kiss you again."Trust me, I have no idea where that came from except perhaps an overload of testosterone.I moved back over her and kissed her again, sliding my tongue between her lips as her mouth opened to me.My hand moved up almost on its own to rest on her breast. I was surprised she didn't move it away. I flexed my fingers around her firmness underneath as her tongue now explored my mouth.Then ... then, her palm rested in the bulge. It seemed that she couldn’t wait more. With one hand he felt the warmth of her breasts and with the other he unbuttoned her black jeans and unzipped it. She put her legs high and he helped her put down her jeans and her panty.Rohan looked at her bare body and was deeply in love with her. So flawless, fair, smooth and soft. A wonderful shape with a glamorous face and long hair She looked HOT. REAL HOT.He was sitting on the bench looking at her lying beside him and admiring her beauty when she. Without even removing his tracksuit, he rolled into bed and fell asleep instantly.What was that?He sat up, disoriented. Silence. That was it. The church bells had stopped suddenly and woken him. Peace, perfect peace. Sunday morning.Sunday!Eleven o' clock!He was late for Ethel. Already an hour late, and counting. Seventy-something years and an hour late. He blundered out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Even a shower failed to revive him, although it removed most of the sensory reminders.