1. s****r Victoria's Secret


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 88, Source: xHamster

    twelve. It was like living in a George Orwell novel. I had to use Doublethink to avoid Thoughtcrimes, like thinking I was an adult when I wasn't. I wasn't real happy with my wardrobe either. I was going to an all-girl catholic school, The Immaculate Virgin Academy for Girls. Thus I was sitting in a scotch plaid skirt that reached exactly one inch above the knees, white knee high socks, white cotton blouse with a shamrock green tie, black shoes with half inch heels, and my hair was in a ponytail. When I got out of the car I'd put on my green blazer too, completing the outfit. I looked like a complete dork, I thought, and it was no wonder catholic girls had to put out! They'd never have friends otherwise! &#034You have a nice day, dear.&#034 Mom said as I opened the door. &#034Give me a kiss.&#034 I had a wicked thought and I turned towards her, grinning. &#034A nice kiss.&#034 She whispered, her lips frowning slightly. &#034People are watching.&#034 &#034Okay, okay.&#034 I sighed and kissed her cheek, remembering how the night before we'd 69'd for an hour. &#034See ya later, mom.&#034 I grabbed my bag and slammed the door. I guess I had to go to school. There was no other choice really, and this was one of the best private schools in the city. Suzy Hudson had gone to this school, before transferring to Switzerland. If any of my classmates were in the Social Club, as we'd taken to calling it, then I needed to find out. My mom would be looking in her own, grown-up ways, or so ...
    I assumed. Of course you just can't walk around asking girls if their mothers **** them. That just won't do, but for the life of me I couldn't think of an alternative. It was just my first day of school though, coming in mid-semester in October. The other k**s were already comfortable, settled in, and familiar with each other. Maybe being brand new would create some opportunities. =-=-=-=-= &#034You must be Becky.&#034 The woman was smiling and much younger than I'd expected, considering she was a nun. She had a pretty face, about 35 or so, I thought. &#034Come in, please, and sit down. How do you like the Virgin Academy?&#034 She said it with such enthusiasm I almost burst out laughing. &#034It's um, nice.&#034 I nodded. &#034s****r.&#034 I kept forgetting to add that. &#034Well, I'm sorry I interrupted your class, but I just simply had to meet you!&#034 She had sent a girl with a not to fetch me from my Social Studies class. &#034That's okay.&#034 I was going to cross my legs, but most 12 year olds didn't do that. So I just sat with them slightly spread, slouching a little, with my hands in my lap. I wondered what this was about. &#034I'm s****r Victoria, Becky. I was supposed to be here when you visited with your mother last week, but I was away, unfortunately.&#034 We were sitting on old, soft furniture. She on a small couch, and me just a few feet in front of her, on a stuffed chair. I nodded like that made sense. &#034I'm one of the student counselors.&#034 She smiled. ...
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