‘There’s no need to pretend now, Lady Beatrice,’ he said. ‘You might as well give in, and enjoy.’ The handsome first mate positioned himself... nudging at Beatrice’s cunny with the swollen head of his organ. Beatrice begged and howled, promising him rewards, gold, jewels, if only he would not do this terrible thing, he must not do this to her, he must not deflower her, please! ‘She likes it rough,’ Marie said. No one else was looking at her, but something in her voice made Constance tear her. “Now, wet you lips slightly,” she did which caused him to smile, “and part them like this,” he demonstrated and was thrilled when she matched him. “and now, I simply press my lips against yours.” She was not prepared for this, she thought as the captain’s lips closed over hers, his tongue gently probed her lips, teasing the corners until her mouth opened further, causing the captain to growl appreciatively. He tasted of ale and tobacco, she tasted of rum and apples. “Very nice indeed my. He sat opposite. He told me Mr Bridge the PE teacher had advised that sport was not for me and that my frame was better suited to the school’s voluntary programme. Mr Reed, the head, said he had guessed as much and that was why I was in Mr Brook’s house as most of the boys in the programme were in there. He told me it was clear from information form my old school I was not sporty. He coughed and then said in a private call with my old head he had been told that the school assumed I was gay as. Looking in the mirror, green eyes flashed back at her. She muttered, "Hmmm, well I look better than I feel, that's for sure." And she did, as always she looked gorgeous, despite a vague hint of black shadows beneath her eyes.Strangely, whenever she woke after some drinks the night before she felt kind of horny. Beneath the massively oversized T-Shirt she was wearing (given to her by her one time teacher, who was also an old boyfriend) she was naked; her nipples were sticking out hard, and her.