However, when I got into the toilet cubicle I looked closely at them and was amazed to see that they appeared to by covered in what I presumed (not having had any personal experience of it thus far in my life — though some of my friends had — and explained what it looked like) was boy’s spunk. Unfortunately, of course, I didn’t dare keep the ‘offended’ knickers and had to throw them in a dustbin the next day. And, I’d swear, she gave an apparent involuntary shiver as she orgasmed again! I’d just had the one, fairly low-key, self- conscious and guilt ridden orgasm but felt, strongly, that there was definitely more to ‘come’. So many of our sex sessions were based on masturbation and, more often than not, resulted in the staining of her knickers that I can only assume it acted as a trigger to that incident, at her school, all those years ago. I picked them up and slipped off to the girls toilets to put them back on again. I was sorry, in a way, but I just thought that if I’d put
