I was almost eternally grateful that she didn’t ask me about it either then or when we were back at school. There were times I wished she could have...been more like Katherine and talked to me about personal stuff but those couple of weeks weren’t one of them and I was thankful for her slightly prudish nature. Katherine, on the other hand, had no such qualms and straight out asked me how I’d managed to get to 18 without having kissed anyone. My flimsy, and slightly cruel, attempt to divert her by. It was not that bad, he would ask me to lick his anus, suck him, give a hand job to cum in my mouth.then, i loved drinking cum and his musky smell, whole tm his one wet finger was in my anus, i loved that feel. He never pushed his monster on me.Then came the best part. A divorcee maid in our home would take me to her room after school and i was introduced to cunnilingus. Her anus had a strong smell but a sweet pussy. I was allowed hrs to lick, such rim and dart my finger or tongue in her both. “This way,” beckoned the acolyte. She moved into the temple.“Not until you tell me what you mean, girl!” I hissed as the acolyte backed away, her bluish hands sliding through her reddish locks, trying to smooth them.“I’m Journeyman Carsina,” she said, throwing a look over her shoulder. “And I mean you’re what is incorrectly known as an imbuer.”“Incorrectly?” I muttered. “I am an imbuer. A descendant of your God.”“That’s what the tests shall prove!” She stopped at a crossing branch of the. " "Now let me." "Kiss me then." We kissed and kissed. Could I do it again? The idea of her moistened cunt inflamed me, I pulled her back, thrust my fingers on to her cunt spite of her resistance, and never shall I forget the feel of that and her thighs. "It's dirty of you," said Mary, and disengaged herself she rushed downstairs. I followed her into the back-kitchen, were she washed her quim in a wooden bowl, but did not dry it. I chaffed her, then we went into the front-kitchen, sat down, and.