“Surely there’s got to be some kind of gulf between those who teach and those who are taught?” Qafira argued. “It would just compromise the no...mal teacher-pupil relationship.” Mrs Reagan frowned. “I don’t see how. If anything it would surely strengthen that relationship. But I understand, my dear, that things are different for you back home, wherever that is. Here, it’s just a normal thing. And in anycase, birthdays are rather special days in Further Quitchland. It is after all the only day. She winced at one point and her face momentarily screwed up in pain as her hymen yielded to my invading shaft. The pain soon turned to pleasure though and bracing her hands on my chest, she began to ride up and down on my swollen dick. She moaned continuously as she fucked me hard, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open.After a few moments, she rolled off and pulled me on top of her. You are bleeding, I exclaimed in alarm. Its okay she explained, that always happens the first time, it’s. " Except for you, everyone I've met from here is," I said evenly."Kelly isn't," she said with a smile."Kelly is a bitch," I replied. Then I shook my head. "Sorry about that. It only came out the way I meant it. What I should have said is that Kelly probably would be like that if she found it suited her purposes. Anyway, please apologize to the young lady for me. She was only interested in learning how to decorate cookies. There was nothing unseemly going on."Monica seemed to notice the cookies. You look me up and down, looking at every part of me before your eyes return to my black heels then move upwards over my smooth legs and then onwards to the silky purple knickers. You can see there is a little wet patch there already. You continue to look up over my tummy and then to my big breasts which you know are 36dd's. They are encased in a matching purple bra and you can see my hardening nipples sticking out through the material. I let my coat slip off and I run my hands from my thighs.