As her hands stopped washing as much as began to caress and touch the younger girl, Ms. Masters voice began to be heard above the spray of the dual sh...wers.“God you are a pretty one. I knew that the other day, and again today as they paraded you around, plain as day. Not caring that the whole class could see your naked body. And you loved it. I can tell. You are wet again now, aren’t you” she said, her hand moving down and beginning to play with the girl’s shaven puss. As her hands continued to. Slowly you see what is in front of you. They have found a three-foot long two-inch wide metal pipe. Next to it sits a rod of metal which will fit flush into the pipe, and finally lying next to them is some sort of explosive, smaller than a stick of dynamite, but larger than a firecracker. It does not take you long to work out what they plan, your throat goes dry and fear rises in your chest. The put their device together and force one end into your stretched cunt. They position the fuse of. The feeling of his manipulation was nice, so I didn't resist or back away. He also ran a hand through my fuzzy pubic hair and told me that it "fascinated" him. Then he told me to go and get dressed, and that's the last I thought about it until about a week later. A week or so later, as I was leaving the shower room, again the last to get out of the pool, Coach Bill came up beside me and as we walked down the hall to the dressing room, he put his arm around my shoulder and asked me whether I. In fact I didn't even get to see her pussy tll 2 years into our relationship, when about once a week she finally started letting me eat her out, something I loved doing, and she really seemed to enjoy it. She orgasm every time, and she felt like that was good enough for now, why did she need sex? She would always jerk me off after, occasionally give me a blow job, but that was rare. In our senior year she started to change a little, she had become more of a woman, and dressed a little bit.