I had looked at her across the classroom thousands of times fantasizing about this moment and now that it was coming true I didn’t know whether I sh...uld run or fight it. All I did know was that my feet were perfectly stationary. She was kneeling on the floor, her knees poking out of the bottom of her grey sixth form skirt, as she stroked my aching dick. It was throbbing from the rush of blood and was acting like a beacon, calling her hand to stroke its length. She stared at it as she worked it. I was greeted by the most heavenly sight I had seen in some time and I had seen quite a few in my day. Standing before me was a five foot seven, blue-eyed beauty with dark red hair. She had on a T-shirt and tight skirt. Her perfectly applied lipstick matched her nails and her open toed heels. She introduced herself as Debbie. Various thoughts immediately ran through my head, none of which would have furthered my career."Can I play the winner?" she asked. Her question made me glad I had spent a. "I laughed and said, "That is a pretty normal morning erection, it happens to all us poor chaps."I know she said, but I feel I should have a talk with him about sex and I know I am going to be so embarrassed that I will probable do a very bad job of it." That is okay," I told her, "Give him a few weekends to get used to me and I can talk to him about if you want.I will stress the need for respect and responsibility, so don't worry about that. I have a ten year old daughter who will soon be. Her hair reached mid-back length. Usually, she’d never let it get this long, but she was used to it by now. She pulled her hair over one shoulder, staring at her reflection in the mirror, the long column of her back blemished by a few bruises. With a sigh, she pulled her hair into a tight bun so it wouldn’t get wet and stepped into the shower. The pulse of warm water relaxed her tense muscles. She stood under the spray for a while, basking in the warmth running over her ivory skin. With a sigh.