“Mister Preston O’ Donoghue at your service. Mount Olivet Cemetery, correct?“Yes sir.”“Well Mr. White, that is just around the corner here. ...owever, we are leaving in the midst of rush hour traffic. Our estimated drive time is twenty-five minutes. Feel free to help yourselves to either water in the arm consoles beneath the passenger windows or the whiskey and chilled glasses in the center wet bar. Do you have any questions before I raise the privacy glass?”“No sir.”“Very well, Mr. White. I’ll. My parents where pretty much middle class folk who had wanted the best for there son, and that was their justification in sending me off to boarding school.I really had no idea though why they had chosen that boarding school out of all the countless other boarding schools that there were to send me off to. I think I would have actually preferred life in hell compared to life at Hallbrook Academy for boys. It seemed as if it had almost been yesterday when I had ended up sitting alone on the red. " Ooh," said Chrissie as the head popped inside her."Arrrgh, it hurts," moaned Chrissie biting on her sheet."Give it a minute. This is one-time-only and the pain goes away real fast." That was your maidenhead breaking. It's also called your hymen or cherry. Just let it rest a moment while your body adjusts. This is what we were made to do. Our bodies were designed to have big hard dicks inside us so we can have babies." It's feeling better now." Move it in and out a little to spread the lube. Kaam bhi to bahut hota h. pressure hota h”. She agreed. She was disheartened but she knew business pressure hota h. than we started talking about other stuff.Slowly she started telling me previous night kuch kiya ya nhi. I never went in detail and she didn’t disclose either. But baton baton me itna bol deti thi ki……. kal raat ko kiya tha…… Acha lga tha…… Etc… etc….. one fine day we had chat like this (reader ko bor hi karna chahta so cutting to the sexual part of the chat)Me: aur kal raat ko.