my girls

  When the bell finally sounded Susie Merton sighed with
relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it
had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch
during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat
all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her
history teacher, always so proper and respectable in his
blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Susie had
him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always
looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye
turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush
and turn quickly away.