I called them slut-amasbecause they were way too slutty to be called pyjamas! I drifted off to sleep quite quickly (in fact a little bit quicker thanu...sual) and fell into a deep dream. In the dream I was about eight or nineyears old and unlike in any dreams I'd had previously I was a girl. Ishould rephrase that: I'd been a girl in my dreams before, of course, butnever as a child. I was aware that I was wearing a pink dress and thatunderneath my pink dress I had little pink panties. I was also. Feeling ever bolder I eased the leg of her panties aside and got to the real thing and it felt good. Plenty of hair to play with and feeling moist. She opened her legs a bit and I got my middle finger stroking her slit, up and down slowly getting to the lips through the hair. Once there I got the tip of my finger in and moved it as much as I could. Within a few minutes of this she suddenly grabbed my hand and held it tight against her. I could feel her pussy muscles working on my finger and. "No! I'm not afraid of ... that. It's just . . .I've never been around older men. They never talk to me, well except unless they yell at me." Brynn, I'm not going to yell. A lot of trainers yell, but not me." Whewww!" I breathed. "So, we still haven't talked about exactly what this is so why don't you tell me what you think throat training means." It's you teaching me how to take your cock down my throat."He broke into laughter. "Well damn, so much for shyness. Yes, that's what it is. And is. Could it really be? I always thought that such things only existed in the stories that circulated among students, but I never imagined that those stories had a grain of truth. I took a peek and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight in front of me. There was one girl on all fours, with one male student fucking her from behind, while a second man was fucking her face in the front. Her was body was jammed between these two students, getting fucked from both sides. A few steps away from.