She often found herself saying to herself “she’s not good enough for him.” Ironically enough, Christy’s mom Susan also began to think of her ...daughter the same way. The thought of her baby girl losing her innocence, and even more, wondering would he be all that she needs? Can he satisfy her? And give her children?One afternoon Diane and Susan were sitting back looking through some magazines for wedding ideas when they struck a conversation about both of their children being virgins. They. He had been thinking all day of Laura and what he might or might not do on this night. He fought a gallant battle with himself but he finally admitted that the result was inevitable. He knew that he would not be able to just not do anything.Like the prior night, he now got up out of bed; only this time he felt a little weak-kneed as he made his way toward his daughter's door. It was ajar but closed more than the night before and this night he couldn't see her in bed. He waited outside a few. ‘I should very much like to join your ladies but, Mistress Perkins, I feel ill-equipped to do so.’ She smiled, ‘Of course you are my dear but Jenkins shall teach you the joy of Sapphic love and then you will join my ladies during the soirees henceforth.’ I had lived to this date almost as a nun. I had never been touched my any person other than my parents and I knew nothing of bodily love, Sapphic or otherwise. I had always imagined I was a sort of novice nun, confined and reserved. I was. The wetness of my sex had wet my panties. He ran his hand over the smooth skin of my stomach. He gently traced a finger down the side of my panties, pulling them aside to expose my soft shaved pussy. Slowly the handsome stranger took a moment to admire my exposed pussy. I was so wet that it was easily visible. My pussy was wet and aching for a single caress. The thought of his lips touching me where my underwear had previously been sent shivers up my spine. These moments of pause were.