All this is true, some of the names have been changed for safety reasons.My name is Teena Davis, and this is how I went from a prude to a slut.I had j...st turned 15 a week before, and that was always the magic age my parents set for me. I could date at 15, my curfew was extended to 12 on weekends and 10 PM on school nights (as long as my grades stayed at C or better). I was invited to a party by a grade 11 kid (I was in grade 9). I knew my parents would not approve of a two year age difference,. I mean, I gave someone a hand and it wasn’t something they couldn’t have handled on their own. But every time it did, I always remembered my hero and figured I would rather be wrong and have nothing happen than not step up even a little and find out something bad happened.For example, I was running through an area park one day and saw something strange, a guy sitting on the hood of his car with binoculars. It wasn’t that strange — maybe birdwatching? However, on the other side of the soccer. I knew she was having fun playing this little game with me, so I smiled back at her and slightly opened my mouth slipped my tongue between my lips and ran it around my lips, and from side to side, like I was running it around her areolas and across her nipples. In response, she looked down at my dick puckered her lips into a large, exaggerated O and blew a kiss down at my manhood.As my eyes wandered down from her tits, I noticed she had a sparkling thing in her naval. She was wearing a tight,. It was elevated just a bit — no doubt to give my class mates a better view.Brian arrived in time to help me get settled on the table — not that I needed help, mind you. I think he did it as part of his plan to get me."Ok. Let's get started. First, do either of you need Relief?" I glared at Ms. Wagner. "No? Really? You know, I think you two are the only ones who turn down relief in my class. Biology seems to be one of those clichés, I suppose. Alright then. Let's start with questions about.