I did not know what to do with all of this new information so I did not do anything. I did not tell my Mother or anyone else. I just went on being a...normal 11 year old girl.Discovery Part 2Over the next year plus my masturbation sessions went from a couple of times a month to a couple of times a week. I learned to stroke my “thingie” just the way I imagined the boys did.. I also did all the usual girl stuff too but was careful not to break my hymen. I learned that if my “thingie” was not. ”“I know exactly what came over you and you want more don’t you?” I replied quietly staring directly into her big hazel almond shaped eyes. She stared back, afraid and excited at the same time. “I know you enjoyed the orgasms I gave you, my beautiful slut. Walking around with a toy buzzing your clit… What else do you want, my kinky little slut?”“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you sick pervert … let me go or I’ll scream for the police!” she barked back sharply, now genuinely. ..”“San Francisco.” Max blurted. His father was a football fan and he distinctly remembered his father cussing about this guy. “You played for the Forty-Niners!”“That’s right! I guess I owe Holly a dinner after all. Anyway, I am the one who came up with the plan to put a close watch on a sampling of high-scoring students, to see if by helping in specific areas, we could push them over the hump into the next level.”“And you called it the Forty-Niners? So there are forty of us, all scoring under. You arch forward as I slide deep inside of you. I lean forward, running my big hands up your back while I suck your left nipple into my hungry mouth. My left hand moves around and begins to knead and massage your right breast, tweaking and pulling the nipple as you grind your cunt on my groin. Slowly I draw my mouth away and swirl my tongue around you nipple as I move to suck on your right breast, my right hand switches from your back to knead your left breast while my left hand rubs your back..