I hadn’t thought about just how pretty she was.Becky wasn’t a classic beauty, her brown hair with some auburn highlights hung to her shoulders wit... soft curls. She was shorter than me, with an oval face that had interesting planes and a sharp nose. It was an expressive face, more than I realized during our games. While she wasn’t as built as Julie Dryman, she was a solid C-cup being supported by a thin bra, her dark aureoles visible through the bra cups. She sat straight up during my brief. He had said he would meet her, but how would he know her? They had only exchanged letters. She breathed deeply, the air heavily scented with spices and oils. What was I thinking, she mused. I must be crazy. He dodged the tourists who were plodding along, always looking up. He ignored friends, shouting greetings at him as he sped by. He would have to explain later. What was that crowd up there? Maybe he could detour through the bazaar. She sat down on the edge of a fountain and began to cry.. I decided to do something daring, when I reached her desk in staff room no one was there other than us. she went to teachers bathroom situated in a corner I noticed that the door was not locked because its hard to lock and unlock cause its a bit old and had some problems and judging from outside I came to know that she was washing her face and legs and since no one was there and the door not locked I used a prank to get inside the bathroom I know I could get to see something interesting there.. . I don't know. Still the dreams haunt me.Darkness. I'm alone in my bed. Earlier my father tucked me in and then tenderly kissed my forehead. I waited in the dark until I heard him go down for the night himself. When I hear the rumbling of his snore make it through the walls I slip out of bed. The frilly gown he bought me slips from my shoulders. It's nice, but at the moment I don't want it on. I lay it on the bed and then push my panties to the floor as well. I don't want anything on.A pure.
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