I knew a girl’s cunt could stretch some but was still worried it could be too big to fit sometimes. The closest I had been to real sex was just usin... my hand to play with my happy spots. All that seemed rather distant at this time. I was staying at my aunt’s farm for a week during spring break to get my mind off the rigors of wrapping up my classes needed for graduation. The weather was unusually warm so I was just wearing tennis shoes, a sleeveless top and a short loose fitting skirt that. And it wouldn’t fit in either of our cars. Doc came over at five o’clock and we loaded the covered painting into his van. He transported stuff like this all the time and the rest of the van was filled with his painting supplies. I rode with him, even though the rest of my family was driving over as well. I didn’t say much and Doc didn’t press me.There was a huge crowd outside the Board Room where the meeting was to take place. In fact, there were so many people that we couldn’t even get to the. Cold fried chicken was everyone’s favorite but we varied what we brought based on what sounded good to us. Sometimes Felicia would bring something she’d made and each of the others would pitch in with milk or fruit to round it out. We all made sure the room was spotless when we finished, though some of the students remarked on the smell of food hanging around.Eating in the classroom also had an additional advantage — more time to study. In deference to Mr. Jamison we started out mostly studying. We have to present it on Tuesday.She had a plan of that I would stay in her home for the weekends and finish the work.As usual, as it was a girl I agreed the fraction of a second I was offered it ( caution: do not scold me).We went to her home after our class.As she is in an individual house with a maidservant (guys wait she is also a kelavi (granny) ) and I live in a hostel.It is a two bedroom house.I was guided to one room and asked to get freshen up.It took 45 min .(30 minutes for.