My long black hair was straight and silky, my skin tanned and soft, my lips full and ready. I didn’t bother to wear panties or a bra. I knew I would...’t need them. I took one last look in the mirror before I left, I was anxious but I looked HOT! “Where the fuck are you going dressed like that?!” My older brother asked me. I looked at him and without missing a beat I said “To school duh!” “Right, I’m taking you then” He replied. He’s so silly, but fuck it if he wanted to take me he could. She enjoyed tickling him through his jeans with her fingernails, and if he became aroused, he'd tell her to stop, because he had ploughing to do. Missy had ploughing of her own in mind and sometimes would masturbate when Jimmy was out in the fields. She would often fantasize in these quiet times but so far, her fantasies had little personal experience to draw on. *******Being basically shy and raised very conservatively, Missy had only allowed two boys to kiss her before she went off to high. David used his usual method in running the class: first came the quick three-minute poses. The difference in the way Abby performed was truly amazing. She was confident and fluent in her poses and the techniques I had taught her, such as twisting and unwinding poses, based on ballet techniques, drew murmurs of approval from around the class. Her longer poses, later on, were equally as good and, the longest pose, after the coffee break, I knew to be a special one for me. She was seated with one. ”“Well that didn’t stop you trying to choke your sister with it. So now you can have a taste of the same.”“What?” he gasped “You mean you want me too….Dad I’m not gay I’m not into guys.”“You will be after a couple of days in prison. That’s your choice. And your lesson for taking advantage of your sister.”“You wouldn’t.” He said, then after a moment looking at my eyes, “Yes I think you would.”“You don’t have to be gay to enjoy sexual contact with a man.” I said, “I am not gay but I have had.