Well, I suppose I should ask someone to proof it one last time for errors and typos first. So, if I post it tomorrow, you’ll have your first part re...dy in a week?”“Absolutely.”“Can I come down to your room and take a photo to post along with your history?”“If you think it will help.”“Oh, it’ll definitely help.”So, it was underway. The only thing I was missing was some kind of guarantee that my deception would work, but nobody could offer that.Gilleena and I went over the copy line by line to. “Oh yes baby, cum! Oh my little girl is cumming! Good girl! Keep rubbing honey, don’t stop playing with your clit until you can’t take it anymore. Yes that’s it, keep cumming baby!” She held me until eventually my clit was too sensitive for me to touch it anymore. She stroked my hair and explained to me in a calming voice what an orgasm and cum was and how proud of me she was. “Now honey I want you to play with your pussy at least once a day ok?” I nodded in agreement as she continued, “But. Matt watched as the man got himself a drink. He seemed to pause. Matt watched him as he picked up the knickers. The man looked at both of them, then at the knickers. The man walked back down the platform and paused next to the wall just metres away from them. He lifted the knickers and sniffed at them, leering at both Jane and Matt as he did so.“F…u…c…k….me!” exclaimed Jane. “Me too…” replied Matt“They were fucking wet knickers too!” she continued.Matt looked at her, she couldn’t take her eyes. Like me she was a country girl and like me she had been sent to a boarding school in Sydney. I had known her for a couple of years before we first got together – she was a friend of my best friend’s older sister. I was still at school at the time, but she had done her HSC and was in her second year at the University of New South Wales. Things got serious quickly, and we lost our virginity together a couple of months after we started going out.This is the story of an evening we had together some.