My father had often warned me that the price was sure to be unpleasant. Somehow she sensed my fear and took my face in her hands, her face full of com...assion ?Shh, little-one. I mean you no harm. The price is not as unpleasant or as painful as you fear. I simply desire your companionship. As I understand you’re father is dead, and you are now alone, so I understand that you might need my company as I need yours.? She said, letting me go and standing back, holding her hand out in invitation. I. Her moans getting louder more intense. My lips moved up to her swollen love bud and I suckled hard starting to ram my fingers into her harder and faster, wanting to make her cum and scream my name out in pleasure. "Oh, yes,yes, make me cum my loveslut, make me cum now!" Eager to please her, I obeyed and drove two fingers in and out of her pussy as my thumb made firm circular movements around her throbbing clit.My tonguefollowed the path to her tight puckered rose colored asshole. I licked her. She had somewhat modestly sized breasts in those days before getting implants, but they'd been sculpted with an artful god's own hands and were perfect in roundedness, firmness, tilted slightly upwards were her large, red nipples, and the wobbled with a life all their own when freed. Her ass was equally delightful, and her tanlines only made everything better. She had a nice brown bush she kept healthily present but managed down to under control. That night when she finally turned the water off. I didn't know how to tell Annalee that I'd been lying to her for nearly a year.“Well, let's get started on the Bard's next great tale. A Midsummer Night's Dream.” Ms. Rowbottom looked around the room. “Miss Tinker, why don't you read the opening of Act 1, Scene 1.”Priscilla Tinker, president of the student council, stood up and began reading it. We were all following along. Ms. Rowbottom paused to lecture on certain passages, drawing our attention to Shakespeare's use of language to create.