“Lexi, are you telling me you don’t have a problem with me… Looking at you like I did?” I felt bold enough to ask. I whispered, even though I ...new there was nobody else inside that small house, and that apart from us only my mother understood English in that town.Her full, rounded cheeks blushed even more intensely, and she looked down. Then, she shrugged started to stammer, unable to make the words come out of her mouth “I-I…” It had been a long, long time since that had happened last while. It was very worrying to her. She was already more than a little bit afraid that she was becoming addicted to sex. It didn't feel healthy to her, this constant preoccupation with all things sexual. She wished that she'd never gotten started.Even as she was thinking that very thought though, she was looking forward to that day's end of school, so that she could get Mike to lick her pussy in his garage.She rationalized away most of these worries by thinking that it was just normal curiosity on her. Winter, politely requesting that the four teenage girls be fully excused for the day for “altruistic reasons of goodwill related to the well-being of the cheerleading squad”. His mouth had opened, his brow furrowing in concern as he started to speak ... and then the little globe on his desk had opened like a flower in bloom, bathing the principal’s office in soothing beams of pink and purple light.“Well, I suppose that would be acceptable,” Principal Jenkins said hesitantly, as he reached for. It's slobbering all over itself just at the possibility of getting close to my pussy.". I couldn't help myself I started to cry. Her taunting was too much. She saw me crying and with a smile on her face said, " There, there, straight girl Kelly it's okay. I just turned your nice little pussy into a gross disgusting dyke cunt, and I love knowing that I have changed that nasty hole of yours forever." She got up and put two chairs face to face. I was dreading what she had planed. I knew it will be.