Further questions informed me that she'd done great in subjects in the Art and Music areas, pretty well in English, and average in the couple of impor...ant subjects that she'd taken.Questions about her family taught us that Nevaeh's father was a reasonably senior manager in a fairly large local company. Her mother was an accountant in a local accountancy firm. (Ava's parents had been accountants too, but all the other girls I play with have non-accountant parents, so don't think that Corvallis. ”Her face went back into his chest and he held her to himself gently stroking her back.“Have you told the parents?” he asked finally.She shook her head.“You ought to. They’ll be almost as thrilled as me and yours will be very, very proud of you as well.”“I-I w-won’t be able to s-speak.”He disentangled himself and led her by the hand, picking up the phone on the way, to the sofa. Without letting go of her he speed-dialled his parents. Jean answered.“Mum, Grace has got something to tell. “Ummm, I’m, eh, er that is, I’m Em, ma’am.” The fear was growing, but it was too late now.The other woman had a firm but not unkind voice. Seeing her new charge’s nervousness gave her a slight smile. “Please Em, the fact that you are here must mean you know about me. You should know to call me Auntie. Now, why are you here my child? Calm down girl, this needn't be scary. Auntie is here for all of you.”Auntie seemed to know what she was doing, Em was already feeling calmer and safer. It was time. I went through all of the steps needed to become the good little Catholic girl. First Communion and Confirmation. By Confirmation, I knew that if the church was right, god didn’t approve of me. But then, he made me the way I am too. No amount of preaching and learning helped to conform me. None of it mattered, because something magical happens to me whenever I have a dick stuffed deep inside me. Perhaps I suffer from an addiction. There is such a thing. It’s called nymphomania. Well, if I do.