When Bill knelt down in front of her, she let her legs spread open until she felt him crawl between her thighs. The girl's eyes had gotten all big and she'd asked if Jill's Uncle was in the bathroom at the same time that Jill was in the bathtub. He moved his hands down to her thighs, letting his fingers slip between her bound legs, pulling her pussy lips out. She'd slid her hands up and down his long stiff prick about eight or nine times when it went off. So he calmed her down and taught her how to use tampons, and what to expect as her body transformed into that of a woman.
The teachers were, too. Why is that? He made sure he didn't look at her while she stripped. You went from segregated Kentucky to segregated Chicago when you were a girl. Thus had they graduated to showers, mostly, though every so often Jill wanted to be washed in the tub, like old times.