You swallow as his fingers sift through your nicely trimmed pubic hair. Then you shudder quietly as a single finger finds the slit of your cunt and mo...es gently up and down, teasing your lips and your clit 'You're wet', .... accuses you. 'That's because you're touching me', you whisper. 'Nonsense' he says coldly. 'He fucked you' 'Never' you say. 'I never got that far with him' 'Ah, how far would you go, you dirty slut? John fingers your clit again. 'I can't help it if he fancies me', you. Why would someone do that?We walked back to art class together. I felt so sorry for the little guy, but he carried his head high and refused to hold my hand. I’ll give him that, he didn’t want pity.“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, Jay.” I apologized.“You don’t need to be there for me.”“And even in first period. I’m sorry I left you to be the only one in calculus nude.”“I’m not. Vicky is there too you know.”“Who?”“She’s a senior.”“Oh, that’s right, only seniors take calculus.”“Not everyone’s a. He sat down in the rocking chair and rocked as he hummed a lullaby. Ariana slipped into her new bedroom, changed into a night gown and slid into bed. ‘Aria?’ Bobby whispered as he walked into the bed. He wanted to speak louder, but he knew if he did that Olivia would wake up and demand attention. Bobby flipped on the light in the closet and opened the door, bathing Ariana in a halo of soft light. She moaned in her sleep and rolled over, turning her back towards the light. Bobby chuckled, pulled. ”“That's OK,” I responded. In truth, I just wanted to get home.I was pretty much silent the whole way into the city centre. The earlier moment had been broken, and my feelings of shame from the middle of the night were returning. They were not helped by the fact I could smell the sweat on myself, and I thought the cum, but I was probably imagining that. I felt dirty though, also from sweat, and sensation of the cum on skin was not imaginary. It was making my t-shirt stick to my stomach, pulling.