‘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. We weren't doing so well and I was worried it was pulling us apart rather than getting us closer together."I'm getting a tutor," Megan finally said in frustration. "Either join me or you're on your own." Well thanks," I replied. "I like you too." But I was stubborn and told her I didn't want a tutor. I wanted to show Megan that we could whip this without any extra help. Two weeks after she’d been seeing a tutor Megan was improving. I wasn't. So one night during the week I decided to. Ten minutes and two orgasms for Debby later, Dave finally emptied his balls against the entrance to her womb. After they recovered, they headed to the shower together.Faith was awakened to the rhythmic squeaking of Dave's bed in the room next to hers. She quickly figured out that Dave and Debby were fucking again. Faith wished it were her but knew that it would be tomorrow morning. Her hand found its way to her crotch. She diddled herself to the music of bed squeaks and Debby's moans. By the. He felt as if he was in two places at once, two times, his visions so vivid as to challenge reality itself.In one moment he was in the hive on Jarilo, his member pulsing as it neared the Queen’s dripping opening. In the next he was back in a hotel room on some barely remembered space station half a Galaxy away, taking advantage of a day or two of shore leave to enjoy a local woman, some waitress who he had met that same afternoon. She was young and nubile, gyrating atop him as he sank his.