High school girls taste the forbidden fruit--I gave it to the teacher at the first night，sayguz xxx

High school girls taste the forbidden fruit--I gave it to the teacher at the first night，sayguz xxx
High school girls taste the forbidden fruit--I gave it to the teacher at the first night
High school girls taste the forbidden fruit--I gave it to the teacher at the first night

High school girls taste the forbidden fruit--I gave it to the teacher at the first night
My grades were very good in elementary school, but my junior high school started to decline.I played very hard in the third year of junior high school. During the midterm exam, my dad knew that my grades were like this and began to force me to study.Although the teacher no longer has any hope for me, I know my strength because when I was a child, I was actually a student who was very good at studying.With a little inspiration for painting, I was admitted to the art class of a provincial key middle school. My mother passed away when I was 7 years old. About half a year, I accepted my current mother.There are still many problems. I was very cheerful when I was a child, but after my mother passed away

, I became a little withdrawn. Sometimes I also had conflicts with my stepmother's sister (1 year younger than me), so I might beat her.My parents would blame me for this. I was so angry that I wrote a very heartless letter to my father, and he realized that he might be too cruel to me.Later, our relationship eased a little.

　　When I was in junior high school, my dad said that I treated my home as a hotel, that I would come back to eat and sleep, and then ask for money to pay for tuition, and I would not communicate with anything.When I was in my third year of high school, I went to another place to study my major and realized that my stepmother actually paid a lot for me.Now we have a tacit understanding
I have wanted to be a painter since I was a child. Now I want to be an advertiser or be creative. I hope to have status and money, and to be my parents and myself.Secondly, I want to show that person that my existence must be valuable.It used to be very simple, just for art.Maybe people don’t want to ask their parents for money when they grow up.And I have always been a very strong person and don’t want to do worse than others.Besides, the person I once loved once said something to me, saying that I don’t have a bright future, and I said he was short-sighted.I should prove it to him, but it doesn't mean I'm still alive for him.In high school

, I am just such a real boyfriend.Although there were some later, they were all together, because since then, it was difficult for me to accept other men.
It's good to boys in the first grade of elementary school.My friends are not overwhelming, they are all genuine.Sorry, I was a little excited (I noticed that her eyes were red).In the first grade of elementary school, when my mother was sick, my dad entrusted me to my aunt. The little boy who had a good relationship with me was my aunt's neighbor. At that time, we could talk about everything.Later, when I returned to my own house, I separated.

　　When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I met another boy, who is now at a key university in Beijing.We had a very good relationship in grades 3, 4 and 5 of primary school.At elementary school, there was a reference material that was particularly important and could answer the teacher’s questions in class. He asked the classmates to copy two copies, one of which was given to me, and I kept it for several years.But the move was lost.
There is a boy who can be said to be a social scumbag now. He asked me if I know what menstruation is, and I said I don’t know.Then when I was in junior high school, I had a very good relationship with a girl and had a very bad relationship with my family. At that time, we thought, what does it feel like to kiss? We kissed each other (when she said this, her face turned red).We were very good at that time.Later she took the entrance exam to a junior college and it was time to get married during the winter vacation this year.Now we have no common language.
Not a boy, he is 31 years old, 13 years older than me, and is the instructor of our school's photography team. At that time, I was particularly interested in photography.

　　After he tutored us for a month, he left, but left some homework and his phone number.When he was alone, he told me that I could go to his place to play and teach me how to shoot something.Those days were around New Year's Day, and I was reading a book called "A Woman" about Rodin's lover Camille.

　　I just wanted to be a female artist at that time. After reading that book, I felt very sad, and I was shrouded in that atmosphere.As a result, at the New Year's Day party where everyone was very happy, I not only got drunk, but also started crying, and was finally sent back to the dormitory by several boys.

　　It was also that night that I called him and asked him if he was free on New Year's Day and wanted to find him to play.He said he would call me later.I wonder if it was disturbing him, forget it, just fuck it.More than 40 minutes later, he called me and said: I'm at your dormitory.I was so confused that I was drinking, so I blurted out: No way? He said: You come down.I started from the girl's intuition and felt something was wrong.But I have never been exposed to such a thing, so I just thought, what can I do?

　　Maybe it's just talking. He has a car, so we can talk in the car.

　　I was already going to bed at that time, but I still changed into a set of underwear by intuition.Ah, no, I didn’t wear a bra or socks, so I just wore a autumn jacket and a down jacket and ran down.

　　After getting into his car, I began to think about some of the things between us.I only know that he is divorced, and from my usual class, I also know that he likes me, that's all.But I still believe him by intuition.

　　We drove to his house.His home has a lot of things, but the color is just a light yellow tone, and the furniture is simple and modern.We didn't say anything, sat on the sofa and watched the disc.

Because I have never experienced such a thing, it is like a dream, and it is already past 11 o'clock in the evening. I slept for a while and woke up againsayguz xxx , in a daze.He suggested that I take a shower. I thought before: Why should I take a shower here? I thought there would be two rooms at home, or a sofa bed or something, but in fact there was only one bedroom and one double bed.Later I thought, I might as well stop sleeping all night!I really didn't expect anything to happen to me, so when I came out of the shower, I was still dressed tightly.

　　After I came out, I still sat there coldly, and he came to kiss me tentatively.
I was not panicked at the time, very dull. I was still thinking about the story of Rodan and Camille in my head. The story of them lasted for 15 years, but in the end it was very miserable.I felt that... I couldn't say it anymore, I couldn't remember it.

　　At first, I just kissed my lipssayguz xxx, but later I went deeper. Although I was passive, I didn’t mean to resist.A little curious.

　　I kept walking down with a question mark, and I kept wondering what was behind me (she was amused by her thoughts at that time).

　　Later, he went to take a shower and didn't wear the clothes under him when he came out, which made me feel very disgusting.When I was a child, maybe when I was two or three years old, I had an experience. There was a person in my dad's unit who always told me ghost stories, which made me very afraid of ghosts and blacks. He also asked me to help him masturbate with his hands. I didn't know what that was. I felt like a purple eggplant. This is my childhood memory. I told my dad about this.

I was only two or three years old at that time, and I was so young, so I remember that plot.And when I was 8 years old, I was almost raped and was a junior high school boy.He blocked me in the corner and asked me to take off my pants, and I asked: Why!He said: So-and-so has taken off.I'm about to cry.He had no choice but to send me home.This time, I also talked to my dad.My dad also went to find his dad. From now on, every time I went to the bathroom, I would go with my sister and act together.

　　Now this incident makes me feel sorry for my dad, as if I sold myself.So at this time, I saw that he was not wearing pants, and my reaction was very strong and I shouted to him: Put on your pants quickly, don’t do this.

　　Later

, it was very late, and we still slept in the same bed, which was not particularly awkward, because after all, we still liked him very much.

...A day later, I went to school.He called me and said: You are so calm that you don’t call me or contact me.As for me, I quickly bought two sets of underwear before I met him.

　　Nothing happened the second timesayguz xxx , just sleeping in the same bed.I don't agree with him that next step, he can do everything else except that step.

　　On the third time, it was winter vacation and I had to live at home during the holiday.I just thought: If you don’t do it now, you will do it in the future; if you don’t do it with him, he will do it with others as he is so old.Just do it.Then it did.
It hurts very much. He attacked three times that night. I felt very painful and rushed down the bed, but failed several times.Later I went to bed. At around 9 o'clock the next morning, he was pressing on me again. I couldn't run away and couldn't move, so he succeeded.

　　Later, we went to the post office together and he asked me if it hurts.Then I had my period.

　　We rarely get together during the day, we can only be at night. I often feel like a "chicken". Besides, I know nothing about his situation. After all, I am a high school student and have to study in class, and the pressure of taking the exam is also very high.

sayguz xxx
First of all, under his influence, I am no longer so obsessed with art.Secondly, I don’t think love is so noble and sincere.Most importantly, I knew what the purpose of men was, and I started to play emotional games with them, and I knew better than them.

　　He positioned me as a lover at that time. I knew Camille was also Rodin's lover, but I used my boyfriend to ask him. After allsayguz xxx, it was my first time, and I might be too serious.He is 13 years older than me and has experienced much more than me.
I don't hope forever, and I know that everyone will eventually return to the original point of their life, but I don't know how this matter will end.