Admittedly I was a bit nervous, I mean, what teenager doesn’t get worried about being sent to the office, as such I was looking around for something...to take my mine off things. I could hear the teacher in the room across the hall reading something to the class in a very loud and dramatic voice. It took me a moment to realise that he was reading ‘The Hobbit’, somewhat of a personal favourite of mine but still not something that I would have been reading to a bunch of year three kids. He was up. I said nothing and just stood there enjoying her naked body. She started to get up – I think to get away from me again but I grabbed her from back so that she comes towards me. It took me several pulls between Seeta’s cries was giving way. That was the first time I ever saw Seeta’s bush. By now she started to cry more…ayiooo…ennai nashipikkaruthae…plzz…ammaeee…ahhh.ooooo….noooo as I moved on to her a she was struggling and twisting sideways to cover her womanhood, pushing me to try to get me. I can feel your heavy breathing on my neck as I start to scrub the dishes. Your hands start to rub my shoulders. Before I know it your pressed up against me behind me. And your hands begin to roam. I moan some words at how good it feels and with that I can feel your pants start to get tighter. Your hands slip from my shoulders down my sides and around to my flat stomach. You pull me against you, and I send out a little gasp. I decide I can’t take it anymore and I turn around and push you up. She took my hand and beganpainting my nails. She spent time being careful to make the nail covernice and even. "There. Your hands look nice and feminine," Mrs. B said. "We only have afew hours before we have to get dressed. As soon as your nails are dry,I want you to continue to wear your high heels all afternoon. I want youto practice walking around. You'll probably get tired and your feet willhurt. It's okay to take breaks, but I want you to spend as much time asyou can walking around. Also,.