Time toteach me how to sew, cook, bake and take care of a house; time to teachme how to fulfill a woman's role in life.This morning, Claire came downs...airs in the same outfit she had wornyesterday. I informed her that simply wouldn't do; girls today were moreclothes-conscious than in my day. She offered a small sigh, and hershoulders slumped just a bit, but knew I was right. Soon she was seatedwith us at the table wearing a purple dress. "Better, ma?" she asked asshe sat down. I nodded and. He'd stammered out something about "just having to". Beth Ann had been pretty much speechless for half an hour, but eventually she'd confronted him about it. As they'd always been pretty close, Jake was actually able to explain about Janet, and what she always did to him, and how he relieved the pressure. Beth Ann knew what that feeling was like. There was one boy at school who, whenever he talked to her, made her stomach feel funny in a way that she just couldn't make go away.But she'd never. Could he taste what he had started? His hands were once again firmly kneading my ass, pulling my buns apart, exposing my rosebud to the air. My wet pussy was pressed firmly against one of his thighs, as he rubbed his thigh between my legs, teasing me. I could feel my wetness leaving a growing spot on his jeans, and knew that was precisely what he had intended. And suddenly he pulled back. With a devilish smile he told me to get dressed. He whisked my panties out of my hands as I was about to. Emptying them out on the cabin floor, in an area about a foot wide or so, she them grabbed me by the shoulder and the hip and rolled me over face down. My hands tied behind me, my tits were crushed under me. Pressed down into that nest of carpet tacks. They had landed in every random order on the floor. Some on their sides, and some points up. I screamed and squirmed as my weight pressed down on them.I felt hands push the spreading poker hard towards my body. I was being forced as high as I.