That first Monday I couldn't help noticing a young girl kneeling by a grave not far from my mother's. When I'd left, I couldn't recall seeing her so I... assumed that she'd left before me. Twice more that week I noticed her and guessed that, as she was always in school uniform, her visits were timed with school hours. These thoughts were only ever fleeting."It still hurts just as much doesn't it?" A voice asked some weeks later as I was standing in front of my mother's grave.I whipped around,. She applied just enough pressure to make him squirm and gasp as the bumps and papillae raked his tender flesh. It didn’t hurt, not quite.Her lips reached the base, and she kissed his belly as her long tongue slid down the underside of his cock, leaving her mouth to lick his balls. Her powerful throat contracted around the head, massaging him as she swallowed her pooling saliva. The delicate, slick inner lining of her cheeks rubbed against the length of his organ and her heat radiated through. Then Linda was back in time with the music, thrusting her naked pussy against the pole in time to the beat. Mary felt embarrassed just from watching. There was no way she would be able to go out on that stage.Linda backed up. There was a raised podium towards the back of the stage. The girl rested her buttocks against it and drew her hand across her pussy before heaving herself up on the podium and lying down on her back, legs spread, her cunt aimed straight at the crowd. The girl put her hands. "Your birthday present," she called behind her as she turned the corner and ran down the corridor.They were both students at the same school for the gifted and boys were NOT allowed in the girls' wing.He'd given her a beautiful and expensive gold necklace for her eighteenth birthday and she'd wished that she had the money to give him something equally special and valuable.He'd been home to visit his parents for his eighteenth birthday, and he'd returned just a few hours ago. He looked a little.