I made my lips hard enough to pick up her lower lip in mine. I pulled it gently a few times and then rubbed it with light strokes of my tongue. I turn...d my head a little and ran my tongue along her teeth. They opened, inviting me in, but I just kept running my tongue over her teeth. It was so gentle that I was getting lightheaded.Nancy moved a little, sliding down and doing something that I didn't open my eyes to see. Her hand came up and stroked my hair at the back of my neck gently. I opened. I'd never sad anything odd to her, and I hadn't stood out from the rest of my classmates in any particular way. As far as I could tell, she'd just picked me one day and started the harassment.It had started with comments: about my weight, my skin, my hair, my clothes, my family... Eventually, she'd moved on to physical abuse, like giving me slight pushes, pretending to fall so she could tug my hair, moving her chair into my knee - that sort of thing.And to top it all off, her father was the. Collect your personal effects and report to docking bay..." heglanced down at the papers in front of him "...three for briefing."I wasn't surprised by the speed. Gyagykgo and all. That's Get YourAssignment, Get Your Kit, Go for the civilians out there, it's a sayingin the military. I'd been prepared by it and everything I owned wasalready packed in two regulation kit bags on my bed; I was down in thedocking bay and talking to the doctor and a new Intelligence operativewithin half an hour. . Looking through the binoculars, soon led to her creeping up to the boundary of her parents place, to get a better look. Hidden in the evergreen shrubs, she studied the actions of the stud dogs, even to the point of noticing the foibles of each in its approach toward a bitch in heat. Ruth became expert at an early age; at bringing her self off to a shattering climax, without once, pushing her fingers between her pussy lips. Her virginity was to be given to someone special who she had yet to.