While it wasn’t repeated often with Sister Natalie it was always something I looked forward to at the time and now recall with great pleasure. Durin...g the next four years I worked for St. Barts I would also come to know those pleasures with four of the five other sisters.After that Saturday following Halloween the insecurity, I experienced as a clueless virgin quickly disappeared. Unless you’ve been there yourself there is no way I can explain the confidence that took root when I was mentored. His breath was hot as he whispered in my ear. ‘Luscious Layla, my fantasy is about to become reality.’ This was the story that he wanted me to write. What I needed was inspiration. I had every reason to believe that Gav would give me all the material I needed. We drifted into my bedroom. I crawled up onto my bed and watched Gav as began to take off his clothes, allowing me the pleasure of looking at him. I believe he understood my need to see his body in the way he saw mine, it was as just as. .. then I whispered to her, that I might need "some further help with my studies" ... She gave me a playful punch in the stomach, then a tickle at my waistline.When we stood at the front window, gazing thru the slit in the blinds to wait for the arrival of her car, I had my arms around her from behind the whole time, giving her little kisses in her hair. She half turned to my cheek and said, "I can't wait for next time..." That got my juices flowing, and in a moment or two, I had slipped my. It was the voice of her mother who was hard at work cleaning downstairs. They just moved in, but the house was in a sad state. They picked it up for a song, but it needed a LOT of work."I'll just play with my pussy until I can find something worthwhile to do," the dark-haired teen bitched. She didn't quite say it loud enough for her mother to hear, but there was a knock on her door that made her freeze in her tracks."Don't be vulgar, daughter dear," came a deep sing-songy voice."Sorry, Daddy,".