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Bobby Jo

... closet I opened it to confront her. Her eyes opened wide as I stepped out and she stood not knowing what to do. With a wave I motioned for her to enter the closet and reluctantly she did as I said “your name is Sarah isn't it.” She nodded yes as I closed and locked the door behind us. The room was dark so I flipped on the low watt light so I could see her and said “I know what you were just doing under Miss Bobby's desk.” She flushed bright crimson and started to leave. I blocked her way and she said “well I know what you were just doing also, so you better not say anything to any one.” I smiled and asked how long she and Miss Bobby had been fooling around. She stammered “we ugh started about six months ago and I was there the other two times she had you play with yourself and also I was in the cabinet watching when you put your hand in her then had intercourse.” I blushed a little and asked if she was a lesbian and she said sheepishly “no! I'm not gay. Miss Bobby caught me doing something in that little back bathroom a long time ago and then started making me perform oral sex on her when she wants. I kind of figured it was the same with you.” I asked “when you left just now in the hall you looked like you were upset or in pain?” She replied reluctantly “some times when she has me go down on her I get really turned on. Especially the times when she has made you play with yourself in front of the desk. I asked if I could join the two of you some time but she just said no. ...

... After you leave she makes me lay on the desk and licks me down there until I’m on the edge of an orgasm. When I get close she stops and says when I beg enough she might let me finish. It's driving me crazy. I don't know what to do about it. I usually go the the girls bathroom and try to finish myself by hand but it never seems to be enough.” I said “would you let me see if I can help you. I have just started to learn how to please a woman and would like to see if I could make you climax.” she swelled with pride at being called a woman as I reached forward and pressed my hand into her crotch like she had done at the door and could feel that she had no panties on underneath the thin dress she wore. I looked at her with a questioning expression and she said “sometimes when she makes me come into her office she takes my panties and keeps them. My mother is getting upset and asking questions. I told her someone steals them out of my locker when I shower after P.E. I'm afraid she is going to call the school and complain. Sarah's body was thin and without the curves ones see's in a woman. She had nothing but small buds on her chest but they looked erect and excited as they pressed through the thin material. Her hair was short and she had an elfin or pixie look to her with large eyes and small cute features. She reminded me of a half starved waif out of some painting I had seen somewhere. I lifted her dress and was sliding my finger up and down her slit. She gasped with the pleasure it ...