”The greeting startled her from her reverie, causing her to jump slightly. Looking around her door, showed her who she expected to find, William Har...ris. She had been in the same class as him since grade 4. He had ignored her for the most part, like most boys, too intimidated to get to know her. But when they were in the same class the next year, they were assigned to work on a project together and she had found him to be friendly and funny.They both wound up in the same class for junior high,. I caressed her forehead and neck, then chest, carefully tracing the line her shirt made against her cleavage, playing with the top of her breasts.I couldn't take it anymore. I kissed her and slipped her shirt off while she reached for my belt and threw it to the floor. In a mad flurry we began to throw off the rest of our clothes. I grabbed her skirt and thrust my hands inside, running the tips of my fingers against the soft smooth skin of the inside of her legs while she pulled my pants to the. " I turned toward the voice and saw the Mistress walking over from one side, coming out of the shadows. My eyes locked onto her, as she was dressed quite differently from anything I had seen before. Her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, riding high on her head. Her breasts were encased in a tight leather halter with chains hanging from it, and her hips were covered by a low-riding leather miniskirt. Her outfit was completed by knee-high leather boots on five-inch heels, and leather. But when Claire appeared on the steps of the bus, Jake stopped, one leg out of the car, his big prick shooting up like a tent pole. Christ! Claire was even more sexy than Bonny! Dressed for the country, in shorts and a scoop necked blouse, she stepped lightly down into the dusty road. She had only one small weekend bag, which was just as well, because the way his cock was standing up and pulsating so obviously, there was no way that Jake dared to stand up.Driving back to the farm, the horny man.