The true sir was the father of poor, but very thoroughbred Papa Lizzy. It is a pity, grandfather lost badly and quickly burned with shame.
A bad branch slopes low.

Lizzy smiled gently and thanked Mr. Brickett for the hospitality and the little tour of the house. It was time to meet a student.

- Benny? Oh, he plays with his buddies in the yard. Mr. McConnell is very unhappy with his lower class friends, but a year later he will be a university, and young Ben will return as a real gentleman. For now let him play. I will call him, it is my honor to serve such a sweet miss.

Fatty was all beaming and bowing, not at all embarrassed by the look of an inexpensive coarse dress and a hairstyle smoothly tucked into a bun. Behind all this, there was a style, a sure blood nobility that you can’t hide with anything external.

“An extramarital mistake of some dissolute grafchik” - thought, hurrying after the young Benjamin, pleased Water. “The blue stocking, of course, but with our scarcity of possibilities, will brighten even this evening. Yes, it will be happy that they looked at her. ”

Mr. Brickett cheered up and was filled with the most optimistic forebodings of communication with a sweet, shy little fool.

And Lizzy looked around.

In the bright, large room of the young gentleman, there was an expensive new furniture, one can see that they recently changed the interior to a more mature and suitable young man than the old children’s.

The young governess remembered the teaching of music and looked for the piano, did not find it. “I hope there is an instrument in the house,” she thought cheerfully, but it would somehow be awkward.

Benny flew into the room at full speed, stumbled on the threshold and jumped, pressing his leg in pain.

- Oooh, shit! Good afternoon, miss ...?
- Miss Elizabeth Frank, can Elizabeth.

The guy was a little younger than her, but the comfortable home life and the blood of thin McConnells led to almost a complete fading of the sample. Slender, narrow-lipped boy with a sly and mobile face, uncontrollably eagerly studied the contours of the maiden figure.

- I'm so glad you came! Papa has already promised you half a year!

The wise teacher smiled encouragingly.
- Your papa is the one who keeps his word. I am also glad to meet you.
- Will there be classes today? Ben asked hopefully.

- I just arrived, the messengers did not even bring things. Therefore, the first lesson will be tomorrow.

Benjamin lost his eyes.

“But we will surely get out well tomorrow, so get ready to explore the world of music,” Lizzy smiled brightly, showing little dimples in her cheeks.

The day passed in trouble. Brought things. Water circled around annoyingly. I had to hint at employment and fatigue. Water promised the next day a nice gift in honor of his arrival, which will definitely cheer up the governess and finally fade.

Having decided to walk around the garden before going to bed and having a small evening visit to Mr. McConnell, the young lady felt a surge of energy and good mood.

A fresh breeze invigorated, disheveled a strict hairstyle. The simple dress was finally warming, not roasting like in the afternoon.

The path covered a small pond in a romantic style and returned to the house.

An unexpected rustle, and Lizzy paused, holding her breath enthusiastically.
A perfect Apollo was wiped with a towel by the pond. The broadest shoulders in muscle coiling, powerful thighs, globes buttocks.

The girl blinked and even pinched herself over the lace glove. No, not the mirage of the girlish imagination.
Apollo got on his guard and slowly turned around, showing drops of water in small dark nipples, as well as a remarkable path of hairs running down from the navel directly to the outstanding size of the instrument.

The girl gasped weakly and covered her open mouth with her palm. Directly to her eyes, the gun rose, lengthened and pointed exactly at her.

“Girl,” came the low, loud voice, “come here.” Want to hug you?

Jumping on the spot from fright, like a cat caught in sour cream, Lizzy directly rushed to the house, collecting cloth shoes on the stone curbs of the paths.
Embraces, ahh. What a shame. But beautiful.

Totally disheveled, she almost flew into the hall. I caught my breath in front of the mirror, bit my lips and already calm and handsome knocked at the house owner.

- Oh, is that you? - the gentleman already settled down for a dream was delighted. He was standing next to the bed in a lightweight knee-high nightgown and warm slippers.

Lizzy who came up gently stroked her nose and lips, climbed behind the corsage. She stoically endured, although the jerking of the nipple in the narrow corsage was extremely unpleasant.

Carefully unwrapping and tilting the girl, the elder McConnell waited until she rested her hands on the bed, and then quickly raised her skirts, throwing Lizzy on their heads.

He pulled off simple pantaloons who couldn’t grasp at the acquaintance with lace, spread Lizzy’s legs apart, grasped her ripe fluffy buns and stretched them, crouching and admiring the secret secrets of Miss Frank by candlelight.

- Beautiful view! Great panorama! Hold it with your hands. - with enthusiasm the man said, and leaving Lizzy opened holding the buttocks, zashurshil, pulling something with a squeak on the floor.

A bright flash and satisfied muttering of the head of the family.

- Dear Elizabeth, in her free time, you know, I am indulging in fashionable photography now. And you - extraordinary photogenic! Lacks only a small touch.

He moved away from the camera, lifting up his nightgown as he went.
Lizzie felt pleasant strokes, and then the gentle entrance of manhood into the depths of vice.

The girl presented Apollo by the pond and moaned softly. McConnell felt the feminine bowels damp, and he sank his hips, clutching his clawed fingers to the tender pomp of a young girl.

“Whore,” the master suddenly muttered, “a little wet whore.” Here you are with me with your blue swaggering blood. On my dick, be you a duchess. Here to you, Duchess, aah.

Lizzy at this time was in a happy paradise with a beautiful Apollo.
The couple moaned, twitched together and finished sweetly, pressing themselves to the bottom. Together body, but separately in dreams.

Progressive Mr. McConnell took some more photos of Lizzie's spectacular ass.

Especially successful were the large shots of her open femininity with the traces of the host's host that flowed from it. As well as footage with a pen inserted there, a comb handle and even a toe. Only in this way was the photographer able to reach for the subject, while continuing to photograph.

When the creative process ended, Lizzy walked down the corridor thoughtfully counting how much profit such an unusual enterprise of extremely low moral sense could bring. A clever young mind saw excellent prospects.

The next morning began with breakfast and walks for some reason in the direction of the pond. From a small well-shed he was intercepted by the whole nervous nervous Benjamin, who left his friends at the sight of a lonely walking Lizzy.

“Dear Elizabeth,” he said, “I understand that our classes are scheduled for after lunchtime.” But absolutely no strength to endure.

The gutter voice of the young, sweaty from internal experiences, admirer caused a surge of tenderness in the naive girl's heart.

She let the boy drag her into the barn.

Ben hungily stroked her arms and shoulders, carefully removing her gloves and uncovering the dress, whirring the dress.
Obviously in a hurry, he pulled and tore the ribbon of his undershirt.

“How clumsy you are,” the girl got angry, “I have only three shirts.” What, if you please, think, I will buy a new tape, if the salary is given out only in two weeks.

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