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Delia has seduced the French teacher. She lies beside her in the teacher's bed in the private school her father paid for. It has been a good night. Passions spent. She looks at the sleeping teacher. Dark hair and closed lids. Naked beneath the sheets and duvet. The other girls won't get those French lessons. Delia climbs quietly from bed. She'll shower then go back to her dorm. Still she sleeps. Exhausted poor dear. She showers using the teacher's shampoo and soap. She dries using the teacher's towel. She dresses into her nightdress and leaves the room. Back in her dorm she climbs into bed and runs over the night in her teenage head.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
French Lessons 1987.
Delia has seduced the French teacher. She lies beside her in the teacher's bed in the private school her father paid for. It has been a good night. Passions spent. She looks at the sleeping teacher. Dark hair and closed lids. Naked beneath the sheets and duvet. The other girls won't get those French lessons. Delia climbs quietly from bed. She'll shower then go back to her dorm. Still she sleeps. Exhausted poor dear. She showers using the teacher's shampoo and soap. She dries using the teacher's towel. She dresses into her nightdress and leaves the room. Back in her dorm she climbs into bed and runs over the night in her teenage head.
TerryCollett
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
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