Devirginating the new boy

Monday was a day of surprises. Already at the beginning of the expedient we were introduced to the new 'boy' from the department. We were going to have to be prepared for that day. But I was worried about the new 'boy'. Already at the beginning of the expedient we were introduced to the new 'boy' from the department. All the girls, including myself, were going to be ready for that week. We were going to be ready for that week. All the girls, including myself, were going to be ready for that week. We were going to be ready for that week. All the girls, including myself, were going to be ready for that week. We were going to be ready for that week. We were going to be ready for that week. We were going to be ready for that week. All the girls, including myself, were going to be ready for that week. We were going to be ready for that week. We were going to be ready for that week. We were going to be ready for that week. All the girls, including myself, were going to be ready for that week. We were going to be ready for that week. - Yes, it seems that everything is in order, but thinking about it, I think it will be necessary to bring it back today. I will do it myself on Monday. After all, it will be good because I will not be disturbing your Saturday and neither the girl who must be waiting for you ... He asked without understanding. - Well, it's Saturday and you must have some girlfriend waiting for you to enjoy the weekend. "No", he said in reply, "I have no one waiting for me". - Do you swear - I insisted - that such a handsome boy has no one? He blushed at the compliment and perhaps had to answer that he had no girlfriend. - It's... I don't have the... I felt a certain shyness in that answer. - So if you have nothing to do, join me for a snack... Before he said anything I got up and went to the kitchen looking for a real snack. After I had prepared the sandwiches and a fruit juice, I returned to the living room and putting everything on the center table I invited him to sit with me on the sofa. Obediently he did so. Now he was right next to me... We began to have a snack and I prepared myself for the final conversation. My suspicion was confirmed when he told me about the small place where he lived until days ago and what his family was like. - But what about girlfriends? - I've never had a girlfriend, not Miss... - My dear, let's start with this: here in my house you won't call me miss. Call me you. - All right, miss... whoa, sorry. All right, but tell me more about yourself, living in a strict, principled family in a village with few inhabitants, can I ask you a question? You've never been with a woman? - What do you mean, you can't? I knew that he had understood the question. I also knew that he had understood the direction of that conversation and the possibility, despite all his shyness, that something would happen... Are you still a virgin? He choked on the sandwich. His face was now a deep red shade. "You don't have to be ashamed to say it", she said, trying to calm him down. Without looking me in the eye he replied: - Yes, I'm a virgin, you know. - There's no need to be embarrassed, there's a lot of people out there, boys a lot older than you who are still virgins. As I said I put my hand on his head and my fingers, in a caress, were entwined by his hair. He was a bit confused and didn't know what to do with his hands. Also during this conversation I had left my legs totally outside and almost touching his hands. I pushed his head back on my shoulder. He meekly, not knowing what to do, let himself be carried away. It was obvious that my legs had messed with his hormones and he was wanting and, in a lot, avoiding what was happening. I thought about it and was already wet. I caressed his head in my shoulder position for a while and let him get used to the situation and felt comfortable. I saw that he was already calm and liked the position. I grabbed his hand and tried to squeeze it with my fingernails. He was trying to squeeze it with my fingernails. He was trying to squeeze my fingernails with his fingernails. He was trying to squeeze my fingernails with his fingernails. He was trying to squeeze my fingernails with his fingernails. - I'll give you a kiss. He understood and began to kiss my breasts. I cleverly directed the little beak of one of them to his mouth which then, desperately, sucked like a good boy... then another. If he was jealous I went beyond my limits. I forced him to take off his shirt exposing his chest completely. While I was engaged in kissing that chest a hand was trying to open the belt and the zipper. I didn't notice and asked in a sly cat voice: - Open up for me. Then he obeyed quickly. Open belt, zipper open I saw him again to kiss him and while doing this I would send my hand through his panties to smooth him out and while doing this I would send my hand through his panties to smooth him out with a bowl of boiling water and I would be completely satisfied with that. But I still had to rest in my cockpit with my big, hard, with my already wet head of pleasure. I went to my bedroom with my big, hard, with my already wet head of pleasure. I went to my bedroom with my big, hard, with my already wet head of pleasure.