Miss Harris’s two best students were Jennifer and Brian. They were two totally different people. Brian was short, fat and had at least three pimples...on his face at any given time and only had ONE friend in High School and that was Jennifer. His only other two friends were off in college. He got straight A's in every subject and was almost a prodigy. He was 19 years old and had skipped the eighth grade.Jennifer, on the other hand was just the opposite. She was beautiful and was one of the most. She unwrapped the cloths from Peter’s hands and noted that hardly any discharge had soaked into them overnight. In fact, the skin was clearly starting to repair, and while his flesh was still red and raw, it seemed to her as if the worst might be over.Peter looked at her sorrowfully.“Mother Clare said that they are almost healed,” he admitted. “She thinks I may be able to leave the cloths off overnight as well, as long as I am careful.”“That is good news,” said Abigail, but inside she felt her. As it was, I felt wracked with guilt." During?" No. Afterwards." He finally looked at her. "But it hit me pretty hard. And worse, while I fucked her, a man fucked me. And ... I kind of liked it." His head lowered again."Enough to try it again?" she said glancing at me."Not my thing," I told her shaking my head.She laughed a full on belly laugh actually bouncing the bed. "Perhaps we'll need to shop for a dildo for now until we find someone we're both comfortable with." I don't know," said. Holding her, kissing her neck, he revels in the feel of her naked breast pressed against his chest, her nipple marble-hard. His fingers, drenched with her sweet juices, brush and fondle her opening, tormenting her, each stroke rewarded with a moan or whimper. He gently slips one just inside her. She gasps in pleasure and he feels her body tense. He withdraws and starts to rub her, slowly and gradually increasing the speed and pressure. She is panting, shaking, moaning, her head inclined forward.