I know is sounds cliché but yes it was an all-girls school and we did have to wear uniforms even though they were a little more liberal than what you...see on television.My sex education did not take place at school but at home. It started when my Uncle Pete separated from my Aunt Susan. They hadn’t got along for at least 6 months before he finally left. He was a business man and could easily afford a hotel but my mom insisted he was going to stay with us for a little while until he got on his. “Fair dinkum did you get a blowie?”“Very nice it was to.” He said as he got a beer out of the fridge. “You might find out if you behave yourself.”“Why, what’s happening?” Dan asked.“She’s coming down to say g’day.” I said as I moved some of the beers off the pool table cover. “Someone give us a hand here will ya.” I said grabbing onto a corner. “Fuck the music for a while let’s play pool.” Four of us lifted the table back into the middle of the room and Dan put some blues on the CD.Time slipped. . i did as i was told. He put the tip of his massive dick at the entrance of my pussy and pushed it in until it stopped at my hymen. I screamed and tried to push him away "take it out!! it really hurts.. stop please!!...But he didnt move. then with one hard slam he pushed his big dick all the way up into my virgin cunt. "AAGGHHH" I arched my back and cried out in pain tears rolled down my cheek. My pussy felt like it exploded. "Please take it out it really hurts!!!..."OOWWW!!" i wimpered but he. A rustle of the newspaper and a sudden tightening of the detective's posture alerted Wilson that something had grabbed his attention. He tried to figure out what the detective was looking at and saw that his gaze was locked on the small store on the opposite side of the road. Wilson couldn't see anything interesting about the store and returned his attention to the detective.He almost laughed out loud at the detective's antics with the newspaper, as he held it up higher and peered round it..