. you'll know why. I don't suppose you're a virgin, too."She shook her head. "I lost mine when I was fifteen." At fifteen?"She nodded. "It was at that...special school. He was an instructor, and I had some sort of a crush on him. I flirted with him and..." Gee -- he could've gone to jail for that." He still could -- the statute of limitations hasn't run out. I'll never talk about it, though. I was the one who wanted it and he obliged me. I am lucky I didn't end up pregnant. I realize now what a. Karen was still wearing her slut skirt, a short plaid skirt, thong and a tube top.Sissy strip your cloths off and bend over your desk for me, I asked politely. Karen said are you crazy, mom could come home from work early or even dad. I laughed.I walked up to Karen and bent her over her desk, her waist pinned by my hands to the wood. Karen's round, firm ass was stuck out and her short skirt barely covering her ass. I lifted her skirt and ripped off her panty, petting her smooth, firm ass. ” She said to me, “You can do the stitching.”She’s been instructing me, and I’d practiced on pieces of meat; this was my first time for real.“Go on, lad.” The tough old islander said, “I’ve been stitched by a mate on sea with nowt but a bottle of whiskey to ease the pain.”Ava watched closely; “That’s it, just enough tension to hold it together. Very good, well done.”It’s hard to describe the thrill of it; I hadn’t saved his life by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d still done something. People in front would just fuck up with the situation''''yeah its crazy i know''we smoke one them 2and then we both were seeing cops in snowmobile trying to help and get throughtthey came asking if we were fine, not carring a second about the obvious weed smell and left telling us to stay if we could they were rescuing people who needed help firstit got darker and darkerwe both were listening to music and news smoking cigarette and weedi only remember not knowing what to do or sayhe stood up ,.