Her name is “Prity”. She is not so fair but little fat. Her size is 38, 32, and 40. There nothing happened about 10 days as was her bro. She every...ay gives me bath. On 11th day she is having her bath and just came out with towel tied till her breasts. She saw me and told me that she will give me bath. I said ok and went to bathroom to brush my teeth. She followed me and locked the door of bathroom. After finishing my brush she asked me to remove my undies as I was only in it.I refused to take. Carefully with her long age of experience, she spun this rather singular piece of thread. It was indeed quite bright and colorful; well suited for detailing this last great end panel, but as she extracted the long spun thread from her spinning wheel, to give it to the Matron, she paused and reexamined it. While lovely to behold, the thread was defective ... actually being a long pair of distinctly different threads, tightly interwoven that she found could not be separated. This was not at all. The masses of students were stopped at lockers in the hallway, moving in and out of classrooms, and pressing forward at varying speeds to reach their next classes.Through all of this, she spotted Laura Jansson. The tall, older girl was wearing the same light blue sweatshirt and jeans from the day prior. She plodded along, eyes downcast, with her books clutched to her chest.Ugh, good riddance. I never wanted you to die, but that doesn’t mean I have to like you, either. Especially not after. “See, I knew you were smart. Esquire of Winter, at your service.” She gave a mocking bow, her pillowy tits spilling across her desk. Her nipples were so fat and hard. “Now, let's get down to business.”“You mean...fucking?”Her smile was so hungry. I felt like a rabbit before a cougar. “The fucking's part of it. You made a wish, and I am here to answer it. To give you what you want.”“To...seduce my students.”“Including that nubile daughter of yours.” B shivered, her breasts shuddering. “Oh, she.