Let's get you dressed. Iwent to my room, and started dressing, starting with white satinpanties, lace trimmed, French cut. I slipped them on and then ...calledfor mom to come into the room."I'll need some help with this corset Mom. Can you give me a hand?" Shecame in and started lacing up the corset. When she was done, I had a36-24-36 figure. My breastforms lay in the built in cups, undetectablefrom the real thing. I quickly slipped on the hosiery and clipped themto the garter straps, and then I. It gives me a good sense of my power here." I can kiss bum with the best of them." You said 'bum', not 'ass', and you have an English accent. You really are British, aren't you?" Yes, just look at the records. I am a Brit- hope that doesn't turn you off, 'cause that is my nationality." On the contrary, my dear, it turns me on! That accent of yours is delightfully exotic, and it makes my cunt more than a little damp, I must confess. I wonder if you'd have mercy on a poor woman, and finish what. I went into the gym to find my ex-boyfriend shooting around. He looked at me and I looked at him and we both just smiled. I looked over to see the economics teacher Mr. Tanke deeply reading his news paper. I paid him no mind and went on to talk to Leron. As we went on talking, somehow the subject of sex came up (mind you that all of the time we were together we never fucked) and he suggested that we go into the locker room. Being the stubborn person that I am I asked why. He shook his head in. Brian’s cock touched the cunt in front of it and he wiped it up and down the crack. Miss Ferguson’s mouth dropped open and she tensed. The rod was positioned just at the entrance to Miss Ferguson’s body and Brian pushed a part of his length, steadily, into the sexy pit in front of him.“Aah...” Miss Ferguson’s head jerked back as she gasped, bending her back almost double. She was clearly thrilled at the sensation emanating from her genitals.Brian paused, withdrew a little, and then with a firm.