Daphne was wearing an outfit similar to that of her mothers, but in white. I couldn’t see any bra or panty lines on her either but that didn’t mea...n that she wasn’t wearing a pair of thongs or a G-string. Daphne leaned over just a little bit and I got a look down her breasts, she definitely was not wearing a bra.I just had to ask her, “Daphne are you wearing panties?”Daphne replied, “No! Mom told me that I didn’t have to if I didn’t want too. She’s not wearing any either.”My wife walked up to me. "The principal shrugged. "Okay. I'll give you one quarter. If you do okay, you can stay in them. Just remember, you'll be in class with ninth graders."That was how it started. By the end of the quarter, I was top of both the Spanish and French classes (with a 101% in Spanish and a 99% in French) and second in German (at 100%), behind a boy named Earl, which was rather appropriate, I think.Earl and I became friends pretty quickly. Not only did we have similar views on God, both of us had younger. I could see him through the under-wear. He undressed me in a drop of a second and started fondling my butt and bottom slowly he put his finger in my hole and started back and forth movement caressing was incredible. I was completely mute; I never expected such pleasure. He put some saliva on my bottom, took him out from the undies and slowly forced it in to me. He was experienced. I felt little pain to start with but he guided it inside me with his finger smoothly. He started fucking me. I was. For many years I have worked abroad installing plant and equipment around the world, one such job was situated in a small village in Italy, I will not give the name to protect the innocent etc.My lunch was normally a sandwich and a beer prepared by one of the factory ladies which I normally ate beside the machines that I was installing, there were a couple of people in the factory who could speak a few words of English but the company had got a young girl the daughter of one of the women in the.