“Did someone else program me, too?”“I’m afraid so,” I said. “No point in lying about it.”“Dad, we’ve already fucked. That’s done. ...owhere to go but forward,” she calmly said. “This really feels creepy and if you touch me I’ll probably scream.”“I understand,” I said nodding. She wrapped her blanket around herself a little more tightly. “So, we’re not the Waltons ... I really have nothing else to say, except please do not do this to me again.”“You’re not running screaming from the room, either,”. Then she said the words I will never forget: "Not flowers, I want your virginity." I could not believe what I just heard. And then Shelly moved on me and started to kiss me as she felt up my cock. Within seconds she had my pants down and she knelt down face to face with my cock and fondled it and kissed it. I did not know what to do as she pulled my shirt off. It was like a dream. Then with me standing there naked and with a hard on Shelly pulled her shirt off and took off her pants. Her. He stood up and came near me, reaching out taking my soaked pussy in his hand. He asked if I was his slut girl. I responded yes, yes I’ll do anything. Looking me over he said no, infact you don’t have to do anything. Not yet anyway. With that he moved back to his chair but before sitting down he opened the curtains to the living room. Now understand there was two floor to ceiling working window and a ten foot plate glass window between them, an actual wall of windows. And there I stand on the. ” Greg beamed back as he followed her into the house and closed the door behind them. He enjoyed his weekly lesson every bit as much as Jen did. They didn’t kiss or hug, smiles were all that was appropriate for the teacher/pupil relationship they had, despite their becoming good friends over the months… and the latent feelings they both harbored. “I was in Switzerland last week.” He handed her a small box that was decorated in tasteful gold and a pink ribbon. “Thought you might enjoy.