I’ve already mentioned how experienced she seemed. I felt dizzy with how turned on I was and felt like I was about to have the most incredible orgas... of my life. She seemed to sense it though and stopped massaging my love bud, thrusting 2 fingers into my tight, wanton little snatch. (FYI I just had to stop writing for a few minutes to take care of my greedy little cunt, I so badly needed to cum. Story of my life, so frustrated right now). It genuinely was the first time I had been finger. And, indeed, life didn't get any better. In fact, from the moment hewoke up, it got considerably worse.He was pulled into full alertness by the sound of his mum shouting.What was she shouting? 'Beccy'? He shrugged, assuming she was havinganother argument with one of her stupid friends and grumbled back tosleep. Again, his mum shouting 'Beccy'... she was coming up the stairsnow, shouting again. What the hell was her problem?Hammering on his door, then she shouted, "Come on, Beccy, you'll belate. I did not know how to react.I looked at my mother, she had tears rolling down her eyes. I held her hand, it had turned completely cold.“This is not me Rohit,” she said looking horrified. “You know me, right Rohit, you know your mother. Believe me, this is not me. I would never do something like this,” she said crying.She was holding my hands very tight, her eyes glued onto the screen in shock and dismay. And her ordeal was only beginning.The extremely erotic kissing scene continued, with the. Glastonbury turned to her stepfather. "Thank you, Mr. Stuyvesant, I'll manage from here."Kennedy watched her stepfather leave and then turned to Mr. Glastonbury, waiting expectantly for him to say something."Tell me, Miss Kennedy, is there something you'd rather be doing at the moment?" Not standing around talking to a teacher."He grinned. "Please, Miss Kennedy. I will be polite to you, so you should be polite to me. I'm Mr. Glastonbury. Or, if you weary of anything that long, 'sir' will.