He had a slight smile on his face and Allison could make out little beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. She could see that the monk was a b...t excited as he looked at her.Then most men and boys always seemed to look at her with desire.She liked when they looked. "Come over here Allison and stand at my right hand side,"the monk said.Allison detected a change in his voice which seemed suddenly higher, a bit breathless.She moved slowly over to where he was sitting and expected to. My attentions to Ms. Malone, on the other hand, had dwindled in direct proportion to amount of attention I was getting from girls my age. In part, I guess, this accounted for the ease in which I broke away from my old habits of staring at Ms. Malone and daily visually stripping her clothing off while she lectured to the class.On this day, as both her class and the school day ended, Ms. Malone asked me to stay after school for a few minutes. Perplexed, since I knew that I was doing much better,. Out of ordinary at the best of times for my neighbors to come knocking on my door, but on a Saturday? I opened the door to reveal the postman holding a small white envelope with my name and address on it. He handed me it with a nod and a smile before moving on down the street. Puzzled, I looked at the envelope in my hand. I was small yes, but was crammed full of something soft, but not soft enough to compress to the size of my letterbox. I tore open the envelope and was instantly hit by the. My pussy clenching, eager for more orgasms, I sank down to my knees. I grabbed Rita's dark butt-cheeks and parted them. I groaned as the sight of her light-brown asshole peeked out at me. My tongue flicked across my lips, my ivory fingers digging into her flesh.I nuzzled my face between her butt-cheeks. My tongue licked at her crack, fluttering as I moved down. The sour flavor of her asshole grew and grew as I moved lower and lower. Rita's rump clenched as I came closer and closer.“Yes!” she.