She made the appointment, reluctantly.“The Father Director was useless. Typical Church bureaucrat. I told him everything and that Chapoutier could b... doing this to other girls. He turned beet red and started huffing and puffing. I thought he might explode. ‘It’s not possible! Monsieur Chapoutier has taught here for twenty-five years. He’s married with five children. How can you accuse him of such a thing? You’ll bring disgrace on yourself and your family... ‘ And on and on like that. I got up. Using her fingers, Mel pulled her pussy lips wide apart so I had a bird’s-eye view of the tiny hole at the end of her urethra. I also had a good view inside her little pink pussy since there was no hymen obstructing the entrance.Mel smirked, then her tiny hole blossomed open and a gush of palest yellow liquid squirted out and descended noisily into the toilet bowl. The pee had only the faintest ammonia smell and there was a lot of it, so at least I’d been keeping Mel well dehydrated. After the. Who knew when I might need him?I had hardly gotten out of earshot of the ranch house when I was attacked by three men on horseback coming up behind me. I first noticed them when I heard the sound of shots coming from behind me. I urged my horse to maximum speed and cut off the trail toward some rocks where I could stand them off. I left the trail because I feared that they were pushing me into an ambush that would lay me out before I could fight back.I reached the rocks where I expected to make. It's unfortunate that in most girls' lives, that exploration isn't truly at their own pace.Some pimply-faced sperm donor manipulates the young lady into a position where she not only can't, but also really doesn't want to extract herself. She ends up submitting, being incredibly disappointed, hurt, and for some dumb reason will profess her love for the guy until he drops her for a new prospective conquest. That's the way it is in Mel's age group.Melinda, though busily choosing clothes, looked.