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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+
Peringkat tidak cukup
117 Chs

I hate this thing between my Legs!

The fourth or fifth time that she looked back to me, I decided to have a little fun and see just what I could get away with. I always made sure that I made direct eye contact with her when I felt her eyes upon me and this time I shifted in my seat and briefly spread my knees just a little. The hem of my dress had ridden up was displaying my shapely, smoothly shaven legs and by the spread of my knees, might, just might, if one was looking for it, provide a glimpse of my silky pink panties.

My teasing continued and about three-quarters of the way through class I caught her in mid-stare. I could see her blush and look away as soon as I looked directly at her and I immediately raised my hand.

"Um, Mrs. Watkins?" I asked. Without waiting for her to acknowledge me, I continued in my sweetest voice, "My father is coming home from a dam project in southern Africa next week and I'm sure that he'd be happy to prepare a small presentation for the class."