‘St Mabyn’s,’ you read ‘was constructed in the 19th century for the education of…’ blah blah ‘…extensive modifications in the 1950s an...d 70s…’ blah blah ‘…closed for ten years between 1986 and 1996…’ Hmmm… no mention of the reason for the closure: Some unorthodox practices amongst its staff which resulted in a police raid and the arrest of most of the teachers.It was rumoured that after ten years many of the original staff returned to open the ‘new’ St Mabyn’s – a high school fetish theme. "I'll bet there's lots of things we can do," she sighed. She looked between his legs at his prick. "Oooo, look at his cock."Amy staggered to her feet. "How would you like to play with his prick?" she asked as she calmed Lobo with gentle strokes on his neck."Yeah," Wendy said breathlessly. "But I'm afraid he might kick me." Don't worry about a thing." She tugged on Lobo's mane. "He likes being on his side and played with."Wendy's mouth was watering and her small plump tits ached. She watched as. Two weeks in which there can be no doubt, I was getting the best sex of my life. Sam was confident, forward and unashamed of her sexuality. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it.I still didn’t know how old she was. I’m guessing late forties or very early fifties. We had met at our local gym and swimming pool where we both used to work out or use the pool. We were both working at getting fitter and getting into shape and we were both enjoying the benefits. There had been some obvious. I wanted to get her so out of her mind we’d both have the fuck of our lives. My hard cock was straining in my jeans and it was all I could do to keep from taking it out and ramming into her. Neither of us was interested in being gentle. This was out and out animalistic fucking. I loved how wet and juicy her pussy was and how aggressive she was at getting what she wanted and needed. Her hands were now on the counter in back of her, lifting herself harder against my tongue, “Eat me! Eat your.