They had mocked me for the absence of my parents, claiming they had abandoned me and other such cruel, childish things until they had grown bored with...the game and let me go. The school librarian, an elderly man with a kindly smile, had discovered me. Rather that reprimand me for skipping class he had silently left, returning 5 minutes later with a copy of his favourite book and a promise that I could use the space whenever I needed it.I had spent longer than I cared to admit there, always. I could not concentrate, always with the idea of ​​being a woman, trying to imagine what you feel when a man puts his hand on the breasts or on the buttocks.What do you feel when he puts his hand on the pussy ?When gently stroking the clitoris ? When a finger slowly sinks into the vagina ?So I started to touch me a little, stroking my cock through the pants, but I could not frankly bend ... I still had that weird feeling in me.And then I had to go shopping.At the last moment, in the room, while. She inhaled the delightful fragrance of her sweet cuntjuice, then licked the honey off her fingertips. Going to the bed, she pulled out a couple magazines from under her mattress. She lay on her bed, her thighs spread, one hand working into her drenched pussy while she flipped through the magazines. Then she got an idea. If she couldn’t have a cock, she could borrow some of her mother’s fuck toys. Without bothering to put anything on, she pranced to her mother’s room, quietly opened the. She must have had more to drink than she thought. And what was he talking about with the missing something. Melissa decided to ignore him and he might go away. She lay back on the bed and stretched out her muscles. She always felt better after a shower. Getting up to change, Melissa put on her panties while deciding what to wear. The phone went off again. “Something important? Missing I mean...” was all it read. Melissa decided again to ignore him and he might go away. While still deciding.