It was my 1st day and we left.Then regularly meet in that same net café. I started improving myself as hugging, kiss on lip and smooching… after a ...onth there is a problem for her our Vice principal warned her. I enquired her on that she told that he saw us in net café. I confused if any problem happened VP never call and warned me instead of her.After that she refused to speak with me. I begged her to speak with me but she refused. I had a call from her dad to my dad, he spoke that I was. He lifted his bed mattress and pulled out Irving Wallace’s “The Second Lady”. We both sat on the bed, propping our backs against the wall. For those of you who have read this novel, there’s a hot scene you’ll remember. The fake president’s wife in bed with the president. WE both began reading the scene, and I had a massive erection in my pants. “God, I feel like masturbating”, I breathed. “How do you do that?” Saradindu asked. In reply, I unbuckled my pant and reached inside my underwear and. Getting up the confidence I slowly untied my dress letting it slip down my waist to rest in a pile on the rocks, spreading my legs wide and sliding my fingers over my clit before letting out a shaky breathe and a loud moan. Shakily I began to rub my clit and sparks of energy shot out through my legs and up spine causing me to shake in the chilly air, moaning louder as I slowly built to climax. Suddenly the woods just behind the rocks rustled and I heard branches and leaves crackling under. "I love you, Mrs Bowers." Victoria Frances Bowers." She rolled it round in her tongue like tasting a fine wine. "I rather like that. Mrs Mark Bertram Bowers. I like that too. Golly, I never asked. Where does the Bertram come from?" My father's father." Sir Bertram Bowers Bart. That's a wonderful name." I've always liked it too. There were quite a number of Bertrams over the years actually." Are we going to call our son that?" It'd be rather fun and Dad would be thrilled but would it be fair on.