” Petrovsky ordered, agitated by the girl.XXX“So, I guess the new guy is coming up from the basement today.” Rusty muttered as he line up with s...tick with the ball. “Solid green, corner pocket.” Rusty missed.“Seems so. Master Petrovsky has been down there a lot, apparently teaching him English in between training.” Pink replied, taking her turn at billiards. “Uh, that blue striped one.. in the opposite corner pocket.” Despite not knowing the proper terminology for this game she effortlessly hit. Marion, having been billeted to 3B (British equivalent of 9th grade) whilst I was resident in 3A, meant that we were unable to sit at the same table. It didn't stop me from looking across at her in-between mouthfuls though. I was encouraged by the fact that she was sharing her table with seven other girls however, rather than mixed company. Now the canteen in that school was colossal. One supposes that having to cater for almost seven hundred kids in two sittings, it had to be. We're not. ."I need your hard cock inside me Daddy. Don't you want your daughters tight teenage pussy bouncing on your cock??? I know you love my pussy, because I'm your daughter and I'm still just a teenager Daddy." Then she gets down on the floor, pulling her leggings all the way up, knowing he has a weakness for her perfect ass in those tight leggings of hers. About a foot away from his crotch, she goes face down, while propping her delightful ass high up in the air. A sight to behold and a display of. I mean it. I can't tell you how happy I am to have found you again," she says, hugging me once again. She hasn't changed. Her scent. Her smile. Her eyes. Everything part of her is just as I remembered. As we pull apart, I keep her hands held in mine, caressing the top of her hand with my thumb. "I have missed you. I wanted to call, but-" It's my fault," she cuts me off. "I thought I was in love and got so consumed with him. I should have kept in touch. You were my only friend, you know." What?.