Alice began to stroke it. Suddenly a ribbon of semen shot from Grenville’s c**k, across her hand, some plashing onto her skirt. She watched fascinated as more semen spurted from his c**k, falling into her palm.
“My, my,” she said. “Someone was in a hurry!”
Grenville’s face had gone bright red. “I’m sorry, miss,” he said miserably.
“No,” she said. “Don’t apologise.” In a way it was a tribute, that he should want her so much. She fetched a towel and wiped him clean. She rinsed her hands in the bowl.
“We have lots of time left,” she said. “And now we can do it properly.”
She felt sorry for the boy, sorry he was so shy and embarrassed and that he thought he had disgraced himself. “Let’s take our clothes off first,” she said. She quickly removed his shirt, his boots, his trousers, his unde
