Felicity was too busy studying St Trinian's imposing frontage to notice that a skull and crossbones was flying from the flag mast on the roof.We nervo...sly entered the tiled Reception Hall, where I announced ourselves to a well-endowed black receptionist with a huge Afro hair-do, wearing a tight-fitting pink T-shirt which announced: 'I'M UP FOR IT''. She checked her list of expected visitors. "Err, Miss Hoffmann is tied up just at the moment," she began, before breaking off into untrollable. I said that I was ready for whatever. I got up and showed him the lube I bought. He smiled and had me lay on my back with my legs spread wide. He got up on the bed between my legs and started pinching my nipples with one hand as he played with my ass with the other. Taking the lube he got two of his fingers covered with it. He then started playing with my tight hole first just running circles over it. Then he started to slide them in slowly. I began to moan as I thrusted my hips toward him. He. They talked, casually, and got to know one another quite well. “You will come to house then?” asked Ms. Marquette. “We have lunch, we socialize as well, and we see what you like and dislike. We find out how to make you understand it all much better? Is this okay for you?” Melissa smiled and said yes. She was more then happy to come to her teachers house and more then happy to have lunch and speak with her. That next day, on Friday, Melissa walked the 8 blocks to her teacher’s house, a compact. I hold her, enjoying the feel of her body. The late night discussions become silent nights of cuddling on the patio. She tells me how comforting it is to be held by me, how much she enjoys my company. Little by little, one night burns into the next, and cuddles turn to me caressing the back of her neck. Nights later, when she lazily responds and her breathing changes, my touch migrates to the front of her neck. Later her shoulders. Later her collar. Little by little, night after night, I.