I was really pissed off that he had hurt me again. I didn't have anywhere to go except my mom's house, but she welcomed me though. “ Don't worry sw...etheart, you’ve got me, and I love you,” my mom said. “ I know mom, I love you too,” I replied. “ You are only twenty four and you can't expect to find prince charming right away, so you just need to be patient,” she told me. “ I know,” I replied. Then she consoled me for a few weeks, although I still felt like shit. Then one night I went. Katherine was staring into her ceiling, trying to pretend she wasn't enjoying the freshman inside of her and avoiding the judging eyes of the family photos plastered on her wall and littering her nightstand.The most damning of these was a photo of her and her father, taken on a dock near the beach they had visited on their trip some months ago when all of this had started, when her feelings had changed and daddy became "Adam," her lover. When the attention that had once been her mother's and. Crooking my fingers I rub the walls of your pussy while flicking my tongue over your hard clit. ‘Umm umm umm, ‘ you gasp as the orgasm rushes over you. Your thighs clasp and squeeze my head as you shudder and quake. I flick my tongue lightly now, withdrawing my fingers from between your gripping lips, covering your whole pussy with my mouth and sucking out all the flowing juices. Your legs flop open weakly releasing me from their firm embrace. Rising up to cover your inert form I tenderly kiss. The following day they were kept back from sports by the Headmaster and each received six strokes of the cane across the seat of their trousers. They were then each made to write a letter of apology to the woman. After Mr. Watkins read our completed letters, one of the boys, Jonathan, as his letter didn’t pass muster and he had to write it again and received a further six cane strokes after a few weeks he recovered from the short period of not obsessing and was soon returned to normal, if.