In a while, he started talking about swing and gang bangs. I saw it was turning him on. Later he asked me if I could do something of the kind too. I d...idn’t give him direct answers leaving a lot to his own imagination. It was a great turn on for him. He just fucked me so hard after such conversations. It was awesome sex! Once he came home earlier holding a bottle of wine in his hand. We had a drink and then he said he would like me to get fucked by some other man, he said it was turning him on.. “Now move them in and out.” As he did, “There, now you’re fingering a pussy for the first time.” He could feel his cock growing hard. “Feel how wet my pussy is? That’s the juices my body makes to prepare my pussy for fucking,” she explained.“Can I have a turn now?” Mike asked anxiously.“Sure you can,” she smiled. “It may seem gross but you should smell and taste your fingers. It’s hard to beat the smell and taste of a good pussy. You’ll find out in a few years for yourselves. Aaron and I love. “I had to explain to Mr. Davies about your detention,” she started, “about why you had been so naughty in class and why you were now here with me.” I became a little frightened as I imagined Miss Evans telling him what had happened between us and what detention had meant to me so far. I slowly came to realise that Miss Evans must have made up some excuse. Miss Evans positioned herself in front of the desk for a second time. “Now,” she said, “you need to be taught one more lesson for looking up. Mind you stopping him again is another matter.” Ella laughed as she ha met other guys like that her friend the computer genius Mark, for one.Stancia and Crispin lived in a three bedroom house that dated from when the district had been a separate village. Ella felt more confident that it wasn't mansion sized like her step-mothers neo-Georgian pile.When they arrived and were sitting down together, Ella took the hint. Crispin was not only knowledgable but also brought his subject to life and Ella.