Sadly we had to desist, because I had to pick up our son from school. While I was waiting outside, the school, my son was invited out to tea. Which meant that when I returned home we would free to begin where we left of.
At Ian's insistence I was wearing the panties I had wet twice already. Which was a big turn on, as a result the feel of the sogginess incited me in to playing with my self in the old school toilet block? As I sat on the loo, having recalled incidents from my own school days. When wet panties often led to my being unable to resist masturbating. It was while siting there I had a brilliant idea for the resumption of our wet sex episode, on my return home Being in the school buildings gave me an idea. I found my way to the senior girls school store, where the spare sixth form uniforms were kept. I sorted one out, it would be a tight fit, not withstanding it would serve my purpose. I stuffed it in to a plastic bag and fled to the car.
On arriving home I went in to the garden shed, and changed into the uniform, but keeping on my stained, dirty panties, stiff with dried pee and love juice I arranged my hair, in the way I had worn it in my final term at school, and completed my outfit with white ankle socks and trainers. So attired I went into the house. Standing outside the study, where I knew Ian would be working.
I knocked on the door and when Ian called out" yes!",I went into my act.
I entered and stood at the side of his desk. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, when he saw the way I was dressed. I stood in font of him my finger in my mouth, my legs and knees pressed together. Giving the unmistakeably impression that I was almost on the verge of wetting my self."I Have been sent home from school",I began"I had an accident, and I am on the verge of having another one",as I said this I slowly raised my skirt, placing my palm over the front of my panties grasping my self tightly, through my panties. Wriggling about as I did so. Ian caught on to my play acting, and took up his role.
"I think you had better tell me all about it"he replied his eyes fastened on my crutch, where I was pretending to be almost masturbating myself, in an effort to prevent another accident. "Well I was sitting at the back of the class this afternoon. Having finished my work, I was reading one of your rude books I took from in here.
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