"What are you gorking at?" she said tersely."You," I replied with confidence I didn't feel, "I've have just realised, what a gorgeous and sexy sister ... have." What?" she stops short, staring at me, "you've seen me like this before," indicating her body with her hand."Yeah, but today you look like one of those models, you know, like in a magazine," I said; this was obviously the right thing to say."Do you really think so?" she asked smiling, "I think my bust is too big and my legs are too short. The boy couldn't wait to try it out on his evil history teacher. She'd be the first one to taste his wrath, but certainly not the last."Mrs. Bluestone, is it okay if I stay after class and talk to you about something important?" Well, just remember, the best grade you can get in this class is a D minus and that's after you do a lot of extra credit." Mrs. Bluestone was the toughest teacher at Riverdale High. Even though she was ruining Willy's grade point average, she actually was going to give. ‘ I smiled almost shyly up into your eyes. So we did… you helped me stretch the sheets and thin blanket, and then you turned out the small kerosene lantern, leaving the rising full moon to brighten our skins and allowing us to see the love and longing shining in each other’s eyes. My hands were held up over my head in one of yours in an inexorable grip. I gasped at the easy, graceful strength in your arms and upper body. One hand lightly grazed my skin from neck to knee, lifting and caressing. .yummy, Daddy!” And the crowd erupts. “Now folks,” Jim says, the cameras still rolling. “For the big finale!” All the men gather around as Charlotte and Mom run rubber spatulas down my body, scraping as much of the cum as they can off me and into the rubber mat. As they get to my waist, they instruct me to stand so they can get everything off my legs. “Honey,” Mom says. “Why don’t you rub yourself and cum one last time for these nice men.” “Yes, mother,” I say in my sweetest little voice. .