She told me she lost it. It was the winter cotillion. I gave it to her to wear and she lost it. It almost ruined us. Her mother was dead and the one t...ing I had to give her, she lost the first time she wore it,” Grover sobbed. “We didn’t speak to each other for months. Then I realized we’d lose each other if we didn’t patch it up. We agreed never to mention it again. Oh, if only she’d known that she had it all along, we could have put it all behind us.” He was desperately weeping by that time. When Emily went to the bathroom, Mason followed. She peed and wiped her pussy. He stood next to her to wash his face and examined the fuzz on his chest. She went to her room with Mason on her heels. She perched herself on her bed to read a book assigned for summer reading by her new English teacher. Her knees were bent and spread apart exposing her lush pussy and the delicate, pink opening to her vagina. He sat cross-legged before her, quietly studying her features, trying to read her mood; his. Did I like it? It certainly woke me up. My dick felt like a steel rod as I squirmed, feeling the cold intruder turning to water. It was the last thing I expected Prisha to do, and kinkier than anything I had done with anyone else. I was proud of Prisha for letting go enough to try it.She held my head with both hands and ground my face between her legs as I licked and teased her clit. She was panting heavily and moaning. Suddenly, she stopped, smearing her lovely wet pussy all across my face. ’ He kissed her. For a moment he remembered another girl. It had been in middle school, the eighth grade, no big deal actually, but he had gotten suspended for it. That girl’s name had been Susan, Susan something, maybe Shettle. Their geography teacher was mad about something, something in the classroom, mad at some of the students. He’d started saying mean things to this girl, talking in ways that weren’t illegal, but inappropriate all the same. He kept saying things to this girl about her.
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