I wasn’t a senior, but was in the year below – in fact, at the time, I was not quite seventeen. I felt at a disadvantage, being completely naked whilst she was fully clothed, and I slipped her jacket from her shoulders and began to unbutton her blouse. Clarissa lifted the ball gown over my head, and its light glossy fabric slid down my body, its rustling passage across my breasts and ass turning me on even more. Her waist was neat and below it the flare of her hips was emphasised by the tight cut of the skirt, as were the prominence of her breasts above, helped by the support of an underwired bra. aaaah!’ The last sound changed pitch because I had reached a hand under her curving stomach to thrust my index finger hard into her cunt. I lay across the middle of the mattress on my back, and she firmly spread my legs apart and gently ran a finger vertically along the length of my moist slit, sending a shudder of anticipation through
