#39085 - Last week, Miss Reeve offered to give me some special tuition out of the normal classroom hours, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings; she said that she always had preparation work to do in the art studio for at least an hour after dinner (which is from 6. ‘No, she won’t be’, I said, ‘she’s already guessed that you wanted me. Leaning forwards, she kissed the back of my neck, then each shoulder blade, and then down my back, as I luxuriated in her tender care and the knowledge that I was truly now a woman – not a girl who had semi-accidentally lost her hymen and then done some fooling around with an equally inexperienced friend, but a female who had the knowledge of what it was to be totally filled, ridden hard and shafted deep, and fucked to climax.
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