“It is for a teacher who works at a bestiality school,” she replied. That is, until I noticed arousal in her eyes as she studied my perky breasts and tight, clean-shaven pussy. His small stature meant only a few squirt were released, but it was enough to give me my first taste of sex and make me hungry for more. Finding it shut, I feared I was late, but the bell indicating the start of class had yet to be heard. For the first time in my life, I did not know the answer. If I had, maybe I would not be a virgin. “Great!” she said joyfully. But now that Miss Love looked me up and down, I wished I had. This was it. There was a short silence during which I attempted to make sense of the odd situation. It was huge. I was soaking wet and his member easily slid into me. I heard a distant voice tell me to sit down as soft hands guided me to a chair.
