I managed to get a note delivered to a boy called Paul who I had got talking to and dancing with at a previous Saturday dance. Talking was about as fa...r as it ever went though because any real fraternisation was heavily discouraged by the staff. Both Schools were all due to have a joint Cross Country Run on a forthcoming Saturday and I arranged that at a prearranged spot, in a little copse of trees we passed on the run, I would peel off from the run and if he, or one or two of his friends, did. I could see the muscles of his big, beefy, muscular ass and shoulders with each stroke he took through the water. His dark crack was clearly visible through the thin fabric. I boned up immediately. At the end of the pool, he turned and swam back to the end of the pool where I was standing. He crossed his big arms on the side of the pool and looked up at me with a smile. Water droplets ran off his bushy beard and his black eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Fuck! My breathing quickened and my cock. ”Still, she turned her back to him to remove her shirt. She felt naughty again as she felt the fabric slid over her shoulders where a bra strap had always been, but wasn’t right now. She wondered if she should push both her jeans and panties down at the same time, and then felt foolish for even thinking about that. She bent, and peeked herself, between her left arm and her body. He was still lying there, his arm firmly over his eyes.She was surprised to feel a little miffed that he wasn’t. Jamul had been right about the stockings, they had more runs in them than the California Highway System. And my hair looked like it had been dipped in hair cream was still thankfully in a tight bun, but the bed jacket like my nylons was trashed, so I shrugged out of it before going down to join the crowd. The last sight being the sleazy cum coated smile on my face as I departed the bedroom.I found everybody in the living room sitting drinking beers as they watched or helped deflower Billy. Who.