I had apparently gotten a reputation as a bit of a "tart" at school. Little did I know this reputation had also made its way into the teachers staff r...oom as well.At college I made a new group of friends and we used a pub in the centre of town for socialising.One night in there we bumped into an old teacher of mine from high school.His name was Eric and he had been a teacher of mine in 6th form briefly. We met at the bar and chatted for a while, nothing heavy just general chit chat.Over the next. She notices that the guest gets wet and starts to move her hips a bit. She feels proud and even the smell seems to turn her on. She no longer wonders what to do, but lets the tip of her tongue do the job, while she swallows some sexy juices. Saskia searches ever higher up that tasty twat to find her clit, hiding in its hood. She teases it, circling her tongue around that mound. 'Mount Venus', she remembers from anatomy lessons. And the world wide hit 'Venus'. Venus was her name? Strange stream. Let me finish! So, Iread about people who enjoy this kind of stuff and one thing becameclear, they get the most enjoyment out of it when they feel like they areforced into it. Which is exactly where you are. You are forced intochastity. It doesn't matter if it's your fault or not, stop the blamegame. Face reality, either you suffer through your prison sentence or youtake on an extra 30k in debt and move to your parents house and ruin mylife in the process. Looking at it like that, I say the. “I don’t have an Uncle Carl.”“This is my brother, Carl, so that makes him your uncle.”“You told us you didn’t have any brothers or sisters.”“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie, but ... someday you’ll understand. Jack, this is your Uncle Carl.”“Nice to meet you, Jack. You’re named after your father?”That earned me a surly, “Yes sir,” but nobody minded. I was also introduced to Alex, the four-year-old, and Harry, the toddler. I already had their names from the dossier, but there was no sense.