“Baby?” I whispered as I lay down next to her.She didn't respond. One thing I had learned about Goldie over the years was that she liked to sleep...“Do you want to wake up?”“No,” she mumbled. She kicked the sheet down further, and resumed her steady, slow breathing.I propped myself up on my elbow to look at her. Her hair was scattered across the pillow, a lock of it covering one eye. Her nipples, even in sleep, were pink, perky, and delicious-looking. The smooth skin of her abdomen trailed. I was making progress and I could tell her mom was on our side. Her dad would take some time. He’d never totally come around unless I put a ring on her finger and we had a church service.Becky asked “Are you proposing?” with a silly grin on her face.“Aren’t we a bit young for that?”“True. But then Daddy would have to accept it.”“No, he’ll never accept it. He’ll tolerate it. But he strikes me as someone who just can’t see his baby ever being with a man that way.”She didn’t say anything for a. She reached down and unbuttoned the khakis before reaching to the side to pull them and her panties down to her mid thigh, exposing her tight teenage ass to Mister Danforth, but not to the headmaster. She bent over the desk, resting her arms on the cold oak and looking right at the headmaster."Mister Danforth, my name is Ashleigh Miller, and on behalf of Albright Academy I would like to thank you for your extremely generous donation to our school. Please accept this token as a sign of our. This was an electricpink one that had the words Princess, Barbie, Frozen and Cinderella onit. Had Becky accidentally wrapped me in a cape they use when cuttingthe hair of little girls? I blushed with embarrassment.As she hacked her way through the undergrowth Becky started to engage mein conversation. "So, what age are you now Stephen?" Eighteen," I replied."Just left school then? What are you going to do now?" Becky asked."Eh, I'm going to Uni to study Accountancy." That's a few months away.