"I am going to leave the two of you together and let you work this out. No distractions, no interruptions. You are excused from class for the rest of ...his period. I want the two of you to talk like the civilized young ladies that I, this institution and your parents expect you to be. Are there any questions?" No sir," replied the duo in unison."Good." The headmaster gathered the papers on his desk. "I'll lock the door. Please do not disappoint me in this matter." No sir, we won't," Paris. Every other woman in my family has not been hit with the "curse" until they became pregnant with their first child. Something about the excessive estrogen in thier system opening them up or something. I should also add that most of the women in my family have more mystical sounding names, and you can understand where my mom was coming from.I however, with my ordinary name, got hit with the curse at the age of 16. And no, I was not pregnant at the time. In fact, I didn't even know about it. He sat down beside me and looked at the ground. "Why did you leave me in there like that?" He sounded like he had to controlhis voice. I squirmed as I answered. "All those people were watching and, well…I never really meant togo that far." He looked up at the sky. "It seemed to me like you were enjoying yourself." I blushed again as I answered. "Well, yes, but that was kind of out of character for me." He finally lookedat me and I could see anger in those icy green eyes. "From what I've seen of. Wednesday, June 19th, 2013"Oh, Veronica!" Marshal, my husband, gasped as he pumped away at my pussy. "I'm gonna cum!" Yes, yes, I'm coming too!" I lied, squeezing my pussy down on his cock, and shrieking loudly. I could feel my husband's cum spilling inside me, warm, thick, disappointing."That was great, sugar," he moaned, kissing me on the lips."It was," I lied some more; I was becoming good at it. "The best, Sir." My pet name for Marshal. His name sounded like a military rank, so when we were.