For initial two days everything went alright. one night when we both were sleeping in the middle of night I felt something’s touching my dick which ... felt as If a am dreaming and somebody is fondling my dick but soon I realized that it’s no one other than my friend who somehow managed to put his hand in my shorts got hold of my dick in his hand.. and he was gently feeling my dick for the first time someone else is feeling my dick and my friend hands were very soft though he was a boy of 20 yrs. I just said it was at school and left it at that. It implied work but he didn’t ask; I didn’t tell. All it meant was he’d have to put his own leftovers in the microwave instead of me doing it. I was still expected to do the washing up, apparently. The art class was at the school where I had grown from a girl into a woman. There were good memories in this building and it felt like a comfort blanket when I pulled open the door and walked down the hallway. The door squeaked in the same. ” Obediently, I walked towards Marie. She was sitting with her knees and feet spread, showing me her bald pussy, her inner lips peeking into view, and she was cupping her breasts in her palms and thumbing her nipples. “Harleigh, let’s each give each other a show. Please stand before me, spread your feet wide, and let me see you caress your breasts and finger your nipples. Touch them, tug them, twist them, and pinch them for me.” After thinking to myself, “Yes Ma’am,” I acquiesced. My feet. I’m so sorry, but I just gave in and let him feel me. After the music, he sat with us at the booth and his hand was resting on my upper thigh and began inching higher. I did nothing to stop him, it was like I was in a spell.”“Mary returned from dancing and she saw my glassy eyes and said she was going to join her dance partner at his booth. She left us, she knew I was going to get finger fucked, or better. She left us alone. That was the last I saw of her. When his fingers entered my.