There was just the problem of Lavinia’s lost maidenhood, so I hatched a plot to resolve that issue.“Droit de Signeur,” my father had claimed the...right to any maids maidenhead ahead of her wedding, it worked well, especially for girls whose maidenheads had been well and truly lost long before the wedding. Father had the blame, whether he had the girl or not, and indeed her had Doctor Legge inspect the maiden and if the maidenhead were gone he forwent the pleasure only taking fresh young. She pulled me up, took my hand and led me into the bathroom where she turned on the shower and when it was just right she pushed me into the cubicle so that the warm water sprayed all over my body. She grabbed hold of a sponge and soap and walked into the cubicle with me and started to soap my body from tip to toe, taking particular care to massage my cock which had already started to respond to the treatment that she was giving me.After washing all the soap suds off she knelt and took my semi. She knew no charge against her could stand up in court, but the principal had threatened her, not Jack.And Jack had been getting high-fives for his pains. She stood up, her face suddenly scarlet with rage. “Fuck Jack. Fuck him.”“Don’t worry about him,” Carol soothed. “You can have any other guy you want.”“Except our boyfriends,” Michelle said defensively, only half joking.“They’ll be lining up at the door to fuck you, now that—” began Andrea, stopping on seeing the stony expression on Kelly’s. Finally, her eyes narrowed and with her free hand she pushed her panties down her thighs, leaving me to pull them the rest of the way off. The hand holding my hair slowly relaxed and dropped away. I bent down and softly kissed her inner thigh. She tasted like fall, of rain and the sweet smell of slowly decaying leaves. I kissed higher and now I could truly smell her. I paused and, for the first time in my life, gazed at a woman's sex. Neatly trimmed black pubic hair framed her glistening.