“It hurt for Allie, too,” the guard commented to the now sobbing girl.Allie, not Abbie, Jason noted for later. That had been the first schoolgirl ...he was forced to have sex with, a blonde.This brunette just sat there in his lap, crying, unmoving. Now Jason was feeling a bit sorry for her. He started to rub her back.“Hey, what’s your name?”She sniffled and turned her head. “Mary.”“Jason,” he offered.“I KNOW,” she responded like he was an idiot, turning away again.He didn’t feel sorry for her. I moaned to myself, thinking about the way my father’s mouth felt as he sucked on my tits, rolling the taunt peeks between my fingers as my hips began to arch towards the air. I allowed my hand to slide down my body to the apex between my thighs, fingertips gliding over my shaved cunt, rubbing over my swollen pussy lips first and letting out a soft sigh at the feel. I raised my knees up as I spread my legs wider before allowing my middle finger to slide into my moistened slit. My hand started. One was called Pearse. 25 years old, tall with dark features. He was Irish and his accent alone would make my clit twinge. He also had a great body and strong arms, muscled tone and a perfect flat stomach. He was a plasterer and his hair would always be filthy when he came in to our bathroom for his monthly cut. I always had to give it a good scrub and scalp massage just to get the bits of plaster out. I didn't have a proper hairdressers sink so I would just get him to bend over in front of the. She used to tell me to study while she used to speak with her boyfriend. Sometimes, I used to listen to her secretly what she was talking about.By that time, I had started scoring good marks in Hindi.One day when it was raining, my sexy Hindi teacher came home for tuition. She was wearing a tight pink top with a white skirt. She was totally wet.My sexy Hindi teacher asked me for a towel to dry her wet hair, and I gave her. She opened her hair and dried it with the towel. Then, she told me to.