Many of the people went to church in clothes different, and better, than the ones that they farmed in. Even Teacher, who dressed better than any freed...oman for class wore different clothes for church. She moved stiffly on Sunday.He could live like a slave for one more year without using credit, or he could live better. Next year, he would do without the credit.When Teacher suggested that the students could buy a clock, that decided him. He would buy a clock; he would buy church clothes.On a. Our fingers brushed and I look up into the most amazing bright blue eyes, long blonde hair and tanned skin beneath a silver tinsel crown. “Share it,” she said smiling at me, and without further delay she pulled the parcel apart offering me the larger half. “I’m Debbie,” I smiled back. “Pleased to meet you.” “Christine,” she said stepping around the buffet table. At this point I’m sure I flooded my shorts. She was beautiful, a tall dancers body with perky firm boobs and she was wearing the. Her small, still-forming breasts were revealed to the class and she glanced shyly at them through her hair, giggling and biting her lip as she felt the thrill of the forced public exposure. Kimberly gave a hungry lick of her lips; partly as a way to encourage the k**, but also because she really did want a lick of those little tits. "Very good" the teacher said as he made a motion with his hand, telling Sandra to turn around, so he could also get a clear view of her young breasts. She didn't. If Aunt Lisa came back last night then who came in my room, her or mom? I had no way of knowing as neither one was showing any signs of guilt or pleasure. I couldn’t just come out and ask “hey, which one of you fucked me last night?” without consequence. One of them fucked me and one of them doesn’t know a thing, unless they told each other. Dammit how did I get into this situation? I was losing my mind! Rita looked at me and saw I was going crazy. I decided before I blurted something out it.