Our Bob pulled her skirts up and peered at her quim. Daft sod hadn’t a clue what he were looking for, so I had to peel her lips gently apart for a ...look see.“Mr Stephenson, please!” Lady Rochester protested.“Ah there it is our Bob,” I said, “One hymen, she’s pure lad.”“Can I fuck her dad?” Bob asked, “Only me cock feels like it will burst.”“Might as well lad,” I agreed.“Mr Stephenson.” Lady Rocester appealed.“Wait your turn!” I joked and Carstairs helpfully lifted Miss Rochester’s legs right up. She was in 11th when this incident happened. I had mentioned a story involving sex with Sheby. This incident happened exactly a week later. Pressie was a good looking student with a nice dimple and an awesome boob to die for. Her Ass was exactly as her mom, Sheby. I went to Sheby’s house many times after involving in sex with her.Sheby had been put on exam duty by the government to Salem and she had to go for a week. She was bit disappointed in leaving Pressie behind, as her mother was in U.S.A. Night met her when next she opened her eyes. Her arms were aching. Her nose was parched. Her head ached. She didn’t want to admit she felt warm in her belly. That had to be from the drug, too. Whining softly, she knew what was coming.“Thirsty?”A small nod was enough for him to force her upright. There was enough slack in the muzzle for him to carefully pour water into her mouth. He stopped when she got too eager and choked, waiting for her to regain her composure, and encouraged her to relieve. "Do you want to walk up to the Trout for something?" Why not? My treat though." Why? I bullied you to come down." Simple. I'm the only money earner in this family at the moment."Zoë accepted the comment without demur."So tell me more about this paragon." Jo, he isn't a paragon. He's just a nice, ordinary bloke. No airs and graces but warm, friendly and, I reckon, as straight as a die." How old is he?" Well he retired from the army a year ago at fifty-five so he must be fifty-six." Thirteen.