The last thing you probably want to be doing is sitting here with me!”“No, it’s fine,” I protested, looking around the room. “You know, I’...e never told anyone about my deal with the principal. It actually felt good to finally tell someone.”“Yes, it can feel good. But come now, let’s talk of better things.”We finished our salads on a lighter note, as Clara looked at the photos of Shannon once again. I told her more about my interest in photography. I probably got much too technical for her, but. It was my fault for starting her up in the first place. “Oh Siza!”, I exclaimed. “I think I’m going to climax in you, right NOW.By some odd impulse Siza stood up, scooted the table forward and came off of my penis with a tug. Then she turned around to face me, 180 degrees, swung her leg back over me and promptly sat down on it again, shank sank all the way. I thought we were finish fucking but apparently we were just getting started.She sat down flat and smiled into my eyes as she wrapped her. This was something you would have to attend to. "Would you care to come in, Master?" she asked politely. But you knew what she was really after - she only wanted to get you inside and the door shut as quickly as possible so that the neighbours didn't see her dressed like this. But you weren't going to fall for a gambit like that."Stand before me slave and face the street. Good. Now, lift the hem of your skirt up so I may inspect you." Mrs Dougherty looked aghast and her eyes glanced up and down. I didn’t tell my parents that I even met anyone, much less had a girlfriend. Stephanie didn’t mind, we had most of our trysts in the park - Now, we didn’t have ‘sex’ – even though this was the middle sixties – but we casually felt each other up and down, and kissed a lot.I gave her my pin – that was old fashioned – but I remembered my parents telling me how it all worked. We finally introduced Stephanie to Mom and Dad as our junior year of high school was starting. They both approved. Following.