I went to my pallet and took off my robes, and by the time I was done, my pizzle was as stiff as a ramrod.I looked at the folds in between her legs. ...eneath the mass of black, curly hair, there were two folds of flesh. I traced my fingers through them, and found the entrance at the base, almost at her back door.I slowly eased my pizzle in. She panted. The sensation was incredible. I rub off almost every day, but the sensation of her soft, moist, warmth around my pizzle was nothing like my. She hurried up to her room and changed out of her work clothes. She threw on a t-shirt and her shortish denim skirt, then hurried through refreshing her makeup.When she got downstairs, her mom and Lena were talking to a man and woman she didn't know. Since David was there, too, she assumed they must be his parents. His father was about six foot four, with an athletic build. His mother was about five foot ten, with slightly pointed, ears, green eyes and vertical slit pupils. Her build could be. The U-shaped Bluetooth-enabled Lush vibrator hit the right spot both inside and nestled nicely against her most sensitive of spots at the top of her lips on the outside. She’d get a text to put it in and turn it on, but what happened from there was out of her control. That was the agreement anyway. She had tried this only once just two nights before on the day the package containing it was delivered. That had been a straightforward affair all happening in the safety of her room. She hadn’t. This had occurred in first class, the insults kept coming all day, andthey were worse when the boys found out, even the unpopular kids weremocking her.The final straw came when a girl 3 years younger than she asked if shewas the little baby from the seniors.She ran away from the torment, she ran out of school and ran all the wayhome in tears.She ran up the stairs and into her room lunging face down onto the bedto sob away her miseries."I'm not a pancake," she mustered to her self whilst rolling.