.” Lynn said, inhaling deeply and mustering the lies in her head, “We're fine, mama. Can I talk to Cici?” Fuck it. She'll just duck and cover. H...r mother had this automatic response no matter how upset she was to just hand over the phone whenever Lynn asked to speak to her cousin. It was her quick escape. “ Hey, Lynn. Your mother's at it again,” the calmer voice of her aunt responded over the phone. She was older but much closer to Lynn's age than her mother so there was more of an easier. For one bizarre and irrational moment, you imagine yourself on the way to Hogwarts or some other school of juvenile literature.Cautiously, you slide the prospectus for St Mabyn’s out of its protective envelope. On the first page, a stern looking Headmaster, Mr Wackford, welcomes you to the school.‘St Mabyn’s,’ you read ‘was constructed in the 19th century for the education of…’ blah blah ‘…extensive modifications in the 1950s and 70s…’ blah blah ‘…closed for ten years between 1986 and 1996…’. “Ready?” “Yes. Please, David,” she murmurs, touching his forehead with hers. With her heartfelt plea, he begins to slowly sink into her. A sharp pain swims through Annie's body as David penetrates her. Clenching her eyes closed, she feels him fully inside her, stretching her with his long, hard length. Tears begin to swim in her eyes as he slowly begins to move in and out of her, before feeling him kiss away her salty tears. “Are you okay?” he whispers. Opening her eyes, Annie blinks away the. I obviously met up with Dylan again. And again we skipped movies, got milkshakes and headed to the spot at the staircase in the basement. It wasn't long after we started making out that his hands wondered down my pants, telling me that my pussy felt amazing with less hair on it. He fingered me, rubbing up and down my my clit, bringing me to orgasm. Once catching my breath he asked me if I would give him a blowjob. Being rather nervous and caught totally off guard I replied saying that I can.