The box was wrapped in red paper with green trim. It was a rather neat job, actually, totally concealed, but not difficult to open. In fact, I saw no ...ape anywhere, even though the wrapping paper did adhere to the box. I flipped it over. It was addressed to me! And it didn't have a return address- only a sticker reading "DO NOT OPEN UNTIL X-MAS."I hadn't planned to open it before then anyway. I shrugged and dropped it under the tree as I came into the living room.I very nearly forgot about the. She uncrossed her legs and slowly opened he legs until her skirt was taut. The sunshineshone in her direction and revealed a handsome pair of thighs which ended in a point at the vaginal opening embraced by juicy labia which glistened in the sunlight from her love juices. Obviously as she was not wearing panties I had so excited her interest that she had made herself horny to such an extent that she was on heat rubbing her palms over her full breasts busting to break out of her. Bronze streaks ended in gel-set points. Her face bore the latest in make-up fashion, bright colors suitable for a nineteen-year-old, with long glued on nails, and gaudy jewelry. The worst part of it was that April didn't even let her retain a semblance of pride. She just took charge telling everyone what she wanted for her 'pet'.With no exception, every person looked at Denise in shock, waiting for her to discipline the impertinent young girl, but the older woman could only blush and nod her. It was a relief, maintaining the illusion was taxing. Jane told me that the library was a safe haven of sorts for MORFS survivors. Miss Gordon maintained an iron rule and had a zero tolerance approach to any sort of bullying. I figured I might well be spending a lot of my time hidden away in here.While we were there, we did some of homework that we had already got. I had received a fair number of things to do in addition to the standard homework, mainly catch up work getting me up to speed with.