" she said, she just knew it was going to be a bad day somehow.Morgan was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans over her suit, she had her hair in a p...oney tail and wore sunglasses. Morgan had bought a huge straw hat her mom used while gardening. They had staked out a little plot of beach, set up the umbrella, spread out the blanket, set up the chairs, she had helped Tony carry the ice chest, a huge coleman chest that they anchored the blanket with. Morgan sat cross legged, her elbows on her. ”“Oh dear, and what’s that?”“For the next seven days I want you practice ‘edging’. You can wank, but no cumming ‘cause I want it to be a super-big load. All saved up ready for Daddy to shoot over little Ali’s titties – with the vicar next door watching us!”~ ~ ~ ~ ~I did as she’d instructed – though the temptation to finish each time was considerable. By my fifth day’s ‘abstention’ I was suffering from what youngsters refer to as ‘blue balls’. Clearly the workers down in my personal cum factory. " "Forget that. Welcome to your new home Braxton High." Saying that she took my hand and led me through a hallway at the end of which was a room with a big sign saying "WARDEN". "So each and every new student here has to go through a kind of psychological evaluation after which you are given a room accordingly." "What abo-" I was cut of as the door opened revealing a woman, maybe in her mid thirties. She had a pretty face with high cheekbones and black smooth hair falling upto her shoulders.. ..RING! ... RING! ... What the fuck? Oh ... the phone. I reached over to the night table and picked up the portable there.“Hello.”“Hey bro’, how’s it going on the home front?” My older brother’s cheerful voice rang out over the phone. I looked over at the clock; 3:38pm. Good, we’d had about an hour and a half of sleep.“Dave. Everything’s okay. No problems.” I felt Emma stirring beside me and felt her hand snake down over the leg of my shorts until she wrapped her fingers around my cock.“Emma.