It’s just that the week was...”“Hey,” he said. “You don’t need to explain. Tomorrow is fine. Morning love is better. Even better, I mean.�...� They settled into the spoon, and he hugged her while she took the longest time to get to sleep. He had used a euphemism; this was love. She woke enough to feel him tucking the afghan around her, then dropped back into sleep. She felt much better in the morning.“Toast?” George offered when she had had her bathroom time.“Mmm, butter,” she said when she tasted. We finished getting dressed and headed back to the car. Anita drove the rest of the way home and stopped the car at the end of the street."I think it's probably best if we don't arrive back together, so I'm going to the supermarket." She told me.I agreed with her and got out of the car, "See you soon" I said with a smile.She drove off as I walked to the house. She arrived home 20 minutes later with some shopping, no-one was any the wiser about what we'd spent the last couple of hours doing.A. Once his lips had returned to the top of my thighs he began to administer little butterfly kisses to the front of my panty. My tiny "clitty" quivered as his lips teased it. He kissed my "clitty" through the silky fabric of my panty.I placed my hands on either side of his head and pushed his face away from my crotch. I stood up and tugged open the knotted rope belt that held my dress closed.I shrugged the dress from shoulders and it began to slide down my body. The progress of the falling dress. Of course I was nervous, and afraid, I was just standing and waiting, they are worse than the actual punishment, or they are part of the punishment, the psychological part that messes with your head, what will he say, or do.Rumours abounded about the headmaster, the man the girls never saw in our daily lives, an ogre who lusted for young girls, a wise old fashioned gentleman who was like everyone's grandfather, and so it went on, the truth being, no one really knew, but that did not stop.