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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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Sexual Ministrations

Continuing our sexual-tinged banter, I batted my eyes and whispered (as if I didn't want my mommy to know how grown up I really was) "Wellll, I do love the proteins!"

Not letting the situation get to charged, my mother said: "Thanks for bringing her by to study with Erica! If you go through that doorway, You can put those bags on the kitchen counter. I'm Donna by the way."

"I'm Patrick."

"Nice to meet you Patrick. After we eat, the girls will study and I'll bring Grace home midnight-ish," my mother said as Patrick disappeared into the kitchen.

Reappearing shortly, he said: "Not a problem. Dad's still working and won't be home until 1 or after so I'll still be up anyway if you'd prefer me to pick her up."

"Oh, I'll bring her home. It's no bother; plus they may finish early and decide to watch a movie or something and I'll get her home. No need to rush them with a set time or anything."