" I guess I can understand that," Dannie sighed. "So what's so important that you want to talk about it in the middle of the night?"Now that Kathy had...someone she could talk to the girl hesitated to start as she shifted her ass away from the edge of the bunk and up close enough to Dannie that their tits were almost touching. Finally she licked her lips in preparation and opened her mouth to start. "Dannie, are you a virgin?"The question caught Dannie by surprise and she found herself answering. The ex-School Mistress smiled as she listened to the Law student’s sniffs and sobs before administering the next stroke.“Thwack!”Diane’s daughter buried her head deep in her arms and muffled her shouts by placing her head deep in her arms before replying.“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”A moment later, the next stroke bit into the crease between the girl’s buttocks and thighs, leaving another, neat red tram line.“Thwack!”Zofeya was crying uncontrollably, and Pauline paused. He laughed too."I always do that on the first visit," he said. "Breaks the tension."It certainly did. It was a few moments before I could stop laughing. Finally I said,smiling, "My pussy is fine I think". I was starting to like this guy."As long as you don't mind, I will use common language between us, " he said. "A lot of medical terminology just interferes with good communication." I nodded as he continued. "That fold of skin beneath the hair between your legs might be called a vagina, but. He laughed and said, “That’s why she’s not with any one man; she’s a nymphomaniac, Ben!” I believed him. The next day Armand and I drove around Paris and visited the usual tourist attractions, and I enjoyed it. That night he told me about Justine. “Justine is from the West Bank; quite different from Genevieve,” he said. “She is an athlete, a professional tennis player. There are lots of women on the circuit and many are lesbians, but she is not one of them, believe me.” The next morning Armand.