It was her way of proving that she didn't really want to go up on shore. She only did it because she had to. Because responsibility compelled her, dam...it.She pulled herself up on to the pontoon boat from the water and used the towels to dry herself. She always steeled herself against the sensation of being split, but it was no use. From ankle to crotch and again for each toe. The pain left her breathless, dizzy, and nauseous, no matter how she tried to prepare. She sat there, naked, breathing. The girl sat back and began tocaress her budding breasts. She imagined herself masturbating in other,riskier places. She thought of touching herself in the bathroom at school,and in the garage. She pictured herself, jeans and panties around herankles, sitting on the steps and bringing herself to an orgasm in thebasement. Christine stopped touching her boobs and instead focused on heryoung pussy again. Spreading her lips, she found her clit, which wasalready hard with excitement. The girl. " How about a quickie, then? I've gone without for SO long"Neil started to argue, but Harriet gave him a long look, then stood and headed back towards the cabins, sauntering, wiggling. Neil shoveled some food into his mouth, dropped off his tray and was at his cabin door before Harriet was. "Perhaps... I have time to show you a few of the finer points" he suggested.Harriet grinned, ducking past him and easing into his room. "Such as?" Lie down on the bed... naked... and I'll show you"Harriet's. I usually round off by saying that I wish to God you didn’t have to learn, that I wish we lived in a world where men knew right from wrong. I usually tell everyone that we – your teachers today – work very hard to build that better world for you, for us. But today I can’t really say that, and that makes me sad, and mad…’ I said, my voice turning slightly dark and tense in the end. ‘Today I have learnt that two of our teachers have been mistreating the women they were set to help. And that is… I.