She gave me a look. "No! First years' hair must reach their shoulders bythe end of the school year. You'll wear it as a high ponytail in yoursecond ye...r."I stripped off the rest of my lingerie and pulled a waltz-lengthnightgown out of my luggage. Slipped it over my head, I relished thefeel of the soft nylon falling below my knees.Parvaneh caught her breath. "You aren't wearing a slip?" she said.I was puzzled. "What, instead of a nightgown?" No! Under it." I've never heard of wearing a slip. Katelyn was very receptive to my efforts and it didn’t take long until she was more than ready- her body quivering and shaking as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her tiny teenage body.Shy was going to town on my cock, which more than got me ready.I peered up a Katelyn from between her legs.“Do you really want it?” I asked.“Yes,” she pleaded.I gently worked my way up Katelyn’s nubile body, teasing her with kisses, until I reached a point where I knew my manhood was right at the point of no. The small stipend that they pay me for publishing my stories barely covers my cost of buying the papers and inks, but I enjoyed it more than reading the boring medical journals at school." What you do in your personal time is your business, after you graduate from my school. Until then, it is my business. Your father agreed with my plan which I've already discussed with him. I recommended to him that you pull out of school temporary and take a Sabbath working holiday, rather than be. Before the lockdown started, I bought a full-length mirror for my bedroom. It’s been propped against the wardrobe, across from the foot of my bed, waiting for Da or my big brother to come over and hang it on the wall for me. I woke up on the first morning of the lockdown and I sat up in bed. There was the mirror, opposite me. My reflection had that sort of blurry still-half-asleep look, with big-bad-bed-hair and puffy eyes. But hey, she was sorta pretty, I thought. You know, I’d do her. And,.