I knew it was already the real deal. I pulled her tiny bikini and licked her nipples. She let out soft and shy moans. Then she pulled out my dick to s...ck it. For someone who claims to have only 1 sexual encounter in her life, she was actually amazing at it. She would lick and suck my balls then do a slow lick from the bottom of my balls all the way to the tip of my dick and then continuing to suck it. I then let her sit down on the sand and licked her pussy area while she was still wearing her. Don’t leave me alone with a monster. I said, tears coming down my cheeks for the first time. She is no monster, Mother said, her tenor an octave lower than it should’ve been, she is your father. When you see her, you will know that you love her. She doesn’t love you, I sniffled, she hates you. Hatred only ever comes from love. My last lesson to you, Child, is of forgiveness. Her voice was a knife in my chest, a sob in my throat, a burning in my eye. It spoke of forgiveness, and I felt it rest. I love imagining a finger slipping into me when I least suspect it.Gift #2 - Private Lessons. I realize that becoming a naughty girl isn't something I can do on my own. I would love if you could provide me a teacher for some private lessons. I would like a teacher who is experienced and patient and will draw out the best in me. I think however I will need somebody who is firm and quick to discipline me. I would be a diligent student and always make sure that I did any homework that he. I noticedthat the bra she’d been wearing that morning was now gone. Her nipples werehard as bullets. I didn’t remember much of anything she said thatafternoon. Occasionally, she leaned over to pick up a paper, and her leftbreast brushed my arm several times.I will never forget the perfume she wore (I never found out what it wascalled), but I still get a hard-on and all “gooshy” about Miss Presley evenwhen I catch the slightest scent of it.The affair began a little later.