She had developed quite quickly over the past couple of years. She was still a bit of a petite girl, but her firm and perked-up tits were just a littl...e bigger than one might have expected, topped with perfect pink nipples which were now jutting forward, hard as could be. She hadn’t been shaving her cunt because there was very little of her silky pubic hair there; she still looked a bit like a little girl, but not completely. And the overall adorable cutenesss that she had begun the exhibit had. His headmaster, the Reverend Calder,observed quite different aspects and was delighted to find a young mathematicsmaster who seemed reasonably intelligent, though clearly reserved and somewhatunworldly. Since all the other teachers were either elderly or barely competent,he was soon treating Oswald effectively as assistant headmaster. This required little but a few administrative chores and personal discussions,until one day, in the middle of the first term in Oswald' second year, theReverend. She closed her eyes again and let him do whatever he wanted with her. “Open your legs a little,” he seemed amused at how helpless she was getting, “I wanna wash your cunt.” She parted her legs ever so slightly. Just enough to give him access to her opening. Casey used it. Rolling the wet soap around her pussy. He even started to stick the bar halfway inside her. She tried to let him but at one point he pushed so hard he started to stretch her. The pain made her react. She brought her hand to. He grinned and nodded, then said something to his friends.Both their heads turned in my direction. There was a good deal oflaughter, then Justin got up and headed towards the spot I'd indicated.Various comments were thrown in his direction which I couldn't quitehear, though I did catch the phrase, "cradle snatcher".As he joined me, I said in a teasing voice, "Your friends think I'm abit young for you?" I suppose it was a bit of challenging way to start aconversation, but I was feeling.