” She sniffed. “Guess I should tellsomebody. Mother has asked. Father is oblivious ofcourse.”“Don’t be so sure. Tell me....#8221;She took a deep breath. “When I was twelve, four yearsago, I went to this party, this birthday party. Theyhad a backyard pool so it was swimsuits foreverybody.”“The Sullivans?”She nodded. “And we bought me a new suit since I wasgrowing and, well, developing.”“Boobs?”“Yes, silly,. He has 9 red roses and you wonder why THIS number. He catches his breath, as he looks at you in the short black dress you bought this morning, and you smile because you know what you have under the dress if he should try to make his move tonight. You go to the kitchen for a vase for the flowers. You are ready to go he opens his car door for you. As you slide in, your short skirt gets shorter. He gets a good look at your long tanned silky legs, without pantyhose, and the red ribbon in your black. You seem very eager, monsieur Gosselin. What would you like to start with?"Everything. He was paralyzed. When he sometimes imagined himself having sex with a student, it was always in a fantasy setting where he had complete control and the girl fawned over him ; this one seemed slightly intimidated but she surely was going for it anyway, and if anyone here was in control, she was. While waiting, she pressed her arm against her cleavage, imprinting on the fabric the clear shadow of sweat. " I said."No. That will hurt." Ally you are not going to pinch that hard, try it."She did and and gasped. Then giggled."Holy shit, it was like a bolt of lightning shot to my pussy."I was starting to get hard again, but this was just for her. Why don't you move a hand down to your pussy. "I can't this is too embarrassing." Take your time, this is all for you."After a few minutes she slowly moved a hand down her belly. She put it over herself and just sort of pressed. "Use your fingers and.