I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just – I just. I didn’t - I didn’t want to cause you any more trouble after I broke your special plate.’‘W...at do you mean, you didn’t want to cause me any more trouble? That’s your job, isn’t it? – You’re the Head Girl! You always cause trouble. You could have – should have – told against us. Jo and I would’ve both got the cane – you know that – especially as we were fighting. Instead, Miss Goody Two-shoes, you got the cane instead – and lied through your teeth!’I. Sometimes there are moments when we absorb so much detail that the memory is stuck with us forever. That was one of those moments. She wore sandals that were secured to her by dark brown cords that crisscrossed her calves. Her legs were perfectly formed, a delightful combination of suppleness and a hint of the muscle beneath. She wore no skirt and instead there were thick strips of leather, all embossed with the mark of her clan, and were all that hid her modesty. Roman soldiers wore a similar. Please read the part one for continuity.After that theatre incident we both started to talk about what is sex and how to satisfy each other. And that was my entry to ISS was searching about this kind of incidents online and finally found this sight. Even though Anu allowed me to kiss her and touch her boobs she strictly said nothing further than this nu. Due to the stories from ISS I started asking for more from my dear.She repeatedly kept on saying no. But we entered into the world of sexting.. I rubbed the oil into her thighs first, my thumbs firmly gliding up and down her inner thighs, encouraging her to open her legs slightly. The tightness of her thong was revealing her shaved slit as my thumbs moved in that direction. My thumbs moved slowly under the tight front of her shiny pink thong, confirming her pussy was indeed shaved smooth. My thumbs moved to her shaved slit, feeling the warm wetness of her soft pussylips, as I dipped the tips of thumbs inside her pussylips. She let out.