" Mrs Hollinhoe says returning to her lesson when something catches at my ankle and I pitch forward uncontrollably. My books go flying but I manage to...hold onto my bag as I fall in a heap on the floor.The class erupts into laughter, jeering and yet more quiet faggot insults and it takes the threat of detention from Mrs Hollinhoe to silence them once more."Billy Soton, you have caused more than enough disruption, now pick yourself up and get out of my classroom." She says and I can see her anger. ”“Honey, I gave up my cherry in high school and hadboyfriends almost all the time until I met you. Has thathurt my pussy or made me love you any less?” “Well, no…”“OK then. Here’s your chance to try what we both wantedto do back then. We may never get another opportunitylike this.”Dinner was good although I was a bit nervous withanticipation. Judy seemed relaxed and having a goodtime. She suggested to Josh to go to his room for. He ran two fingers inside her lips, and pulled at her nipple gently with his other hand. He took his mouth from hers and began kissing her neck, and licking down to her shoulder. He felt her raise up, letting his fingers slide lower. She let her head fall back against his shoulder and moaned as she felt his fingers stroke against her. ‘Please.’ She turned her head and moaned into his ear. ‘Put your fingers inside me David.’ She arched her back and her breasts thrust out of the water. His eyes. That tutelage came about because during school holidays, I had taken a lone ten-day cycling tour of the east coast. I had intended a one-night stay in the Highbow Boarding House in Felixstowe.The landlady, the sensuous Mrs Mary Maddison, was a widow in her mid-forties, whose voluptuous body had quickly caught my virgin eye. Maybe my lustful glances had prompted her into arriving at my bedroom door that first night, clad only in a see-through robe, my shock, and nervousness were quickly turned.