By now, Gerhard’s breathing was becoming, laboured with lust. He had unquestioningly made his preferences clear, and miraculously, Merinda seemed to...be gulping at the bait.“Jesus, I’m so horny right now. Take me to your lair before I throw you on the floor right now and fuck you in this bar,” Gerhard emboldened grunted, hoping that his hook had snagged her.Merinda instantly rose from her chair and beckoned Gerhard to follow her. Once outside the pub, he started up his motorbike and commanded. "I have something I have to tell you," she started out weakly. "I've been putting it off, but it can't wait any longer." Tell me what it is, sweetheart, you know I'm here for you," I assured her. She squirmed around nervously in her seat, as she struggled to find the right words."Well, my parents, actually my mother, are making me…er, insisting that I tell you something before we get married, because they think it is only right that you know now, and not find out later," she explained. "Could he make trouble?" I'm not sure. I've got sole custody and he's still been non-existent in the boys' lives except when he has to be. He wasn't even at the boys' concert; he was at a poker game! His mother told him about the boys changing their song to include your name. Plus, he's the one with the live-in girlfriend, not me." I hope you don't have a live-in girlfriend," Mark quipped, trying to lighten the mood. It worked for a short minute, when he saw a genuine smile cross Trisha's. She could tell the girl had changed since the sex education assembly. She was now more confident, her blouse undone to expose her developing cleavage and her skirt folded at the waist to appear far shorter than its original cut intended.“And you enjoyed it?Molly nodded bashfully, “he fingered me too. He gave me my first orgasm”.Miss Driscoll stubbed her cigarette out on her wooden desk, leaving the stub casually next to her pile of lesson plans. She couldn’t help but be proud of the girl as she.