Whispering Angel
In the sixth form, I developed a bit of a schoolgirl crush on Emma Richmond, who was in the year above me. I didn’t exactly desire her sexually (I was quite busy enough giving hand and blow jobs to the boys in my class) but she was everything I was trying to be: tall and slim and popular, clever in class but a bit of a wild girl out of it. Everyone knew she used to go to the old storeroom to fuck her boyfriend, but somehow she never got caught. I did get to know her a bit better when we were in...
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