.. love with Michael Guerin...”“He is my mate, as I am his,” Amy said.“He is my mate, as I am his,” Maria repeated.“Good girl,” Amy said...“Good girl,” Maria repeated.“No, you can stop repeating...” Amy said.“No, you can stop re...” Maria smiled, “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”Amy smiled, “Michael is going to have a very interesting time.”“That’s an understatement. Now ... how the hell am I going to cover up a good six or seven months of hair growth?” Maria asked.“Hat?” Amy suggested.“Not allowed in. All she was interested in was checking whether my uniform complied with the school's dress code. So I pouted my lipstick smeared stingy-bee lips and fluttered my mascara dipped eyelashes and closed my eyes so she could admire my copper glint eye-shadow and even tried lowering my gaze and clasping my hands together in front of my sodden-cuntedness whilst I rotated my body and my right foot back and forth in a display of pure, unadulterated teen-angel innocence. All of which might have worked if. MAAN BHI JAO HARISH…… AAHH aaaaaa …….As he was pressing his body with mine from behind, I could almost feel his dick growing in size in between my buttocks. It was getting bigger and harder and looked like it would come out of his trousers on its own and penetrate into me from behind.He turned me over, I had closed my eyes and was biting my lower lip to control my emotions. I did not want him to read what was going on in my mind. I turned towards him slowly; he removed my pallu from my. Of course, there was a voice at the back of my head, sometimes quiet and sometimes loud, which warned me against what was happening. But us humans are often weak and, if we’re honest, greedy. I’d always ‘shush’ this voice, telling myself that all was okay and that my deepening love for Francis didn’t mean I loved Pete any less.And I still believe that’s true. My love for Pete wasn’t reducing. But the reduction in time we were spending together, and the continued presence of Grace in the house.