Mum Has The Power To Shock!

Shorty after waking Marta's phone rang, it was his ringtone.

Karl had called to wish her a happy birthday, saying how much he looked forwards to seeing her later. They had only spoken less than twelve hours ago, she had been desperate to pass on the day's big news, and Karl had been so good, sharing her joy, pleased she had been so happy, and on how he looked forwards to seeing the couple at her birthday party, it being a given they would be there. They would phone each other almost every day or send loads of texts as they were not always able to leave the phones on what with work or school.

Last Tuesday had gone far better than she had hoped for, it had also gone further, oral either way had not been on her agenda, her main intention had been to meet Karl junior even if she hadn't known his name before that fateful afternoon. Valya's 'man advice' about not giving blow jobs to any guy unwilling to reciprocate, had been blown out of water, for Karl had got his reciprocation in first, and he did it in spades. She believed him when he said it was not something he had done before, he had been as much a wallflower as herself, something his mum had worried about, perhaps fretting he was gay.

The plan was one hand job so she could see him cum, and to let him fondle her naked breasts, she hadn't expected it would get her so worked up, she now had a clearer understanding of how couples could get carried away, no doubt in her mind this was how teen pregnancy's occurred. The pill was her backup, she wasn't ready yet, but that tongue of his, she was ready for that any day of the week.

Her mum got her alone later that evening in her room, she knew, she just didn't know how far her daughter had advanced in her forays of sexual exploration. Marta wanted to show her mum she could be trusted to handle these adult situations responsibly, to be worthy of the trust her mum had shown in getting her on birth control. She stumbled a little, but her mum had given her some candid advice, and Marta related the extent of her activities, even about the emotions causing her to get carried away. Once convinced Marta hadn't been coerced into anything beyond what she was comfortable with, Ella had more advice on how to control these situations.

As her mum got up, Marta asked how she knew.

"Your smile, I couldn't have slapped it off with a frying pan, and that boy of yours, I read him like a book, awash with emotions, pride, but not arrogant pride, no it was your smile that was the cause, well at least now you know what to feed him."

"MUM! I can not believe you said that!"

Anna's birthday had set the tone, greetings and cards over breakfast, with gifts later that day, when they had time to celebrate. Karl had called Anna on Thursday to seek advice as to a gift for Marta, pleading inexperience in buying girly gifts. This was untrue as he had brought her a nice pair of gloves and matching scarf she liked, of course Marta must have helped him so turnabout was fair play. She didn't know whether he knew the sisters kept no secrets between them, well apart from surprises, so she thought the gift should be more romantic in line with recent developments.

Marta was having a good day at school many friends wishing her well on her birthday, the boy who had shown an interest in Marta when she had first started at the school had taken her at her word. It would be fine being friends, if he remembered she had a boyfriend, and it had been a standing joke since, that he was still in the queue, he now had a girlfriend who joined in the jokes by telling Marta what a poor deal she would be getting.

In her English class with Svetlana five fellow students were models at the studio, which had forced the pace of the class, where Marta was still an assistant, for that reason, the lesson that day was about the terms used for celebrations and holidays. Being a Monday Marta had dance & Anna went to Drama after last bell.

Travelling home on the Metro Anna could tell, the suppressed excitement was evident in her sister, it was as if this year they would all have proper birthdays for the first time ever. As they stepped through the door there was cheering, her father had got home early, and Karl along with Nana Olga and Gramps were there too. In the kitchen bunting had been hung about the room, and her mum had made a cake complete with candles, it may have looked childish but she didn't care. Her father took her aside to ask if she would mind if they didn't go out to the fancy restaurant his eyes flicking towards their older guests, Marta understood, and was pleased to have a celebration at home, especially as it would now seem more complete.

Birthday cake replaced their usual after school snack, with Anna strumming on her guitar as they all sang happy birthday. She already had a gift from her parents, Nana Olga gave her a small wrapped box inside was a doll, not the sort to play with but one dressed in historic national costume, she thanked the couple saying the best present was that they now lived so close by. The boys wanted her to open their gift next, with mum's help they had visited the big book store Svetlana frequented, where they had found a book on the history of costume, and a book of Shakespeare plays in the original English.

The way Anna lifted her gift from the sideboard to the table gave a clue it was heavy, the paper removed, it was a large oblong wooden box beautifully inlaid with marquetry, inside was a board and carved stone figures, her old set upstairs was held together with tape, and the cheap plastic chess pieces were prone to fall over, this set would last forever.

Karl's gift had come from a good jewellery store, it was a delicate pair of earrings which she was very pleased with, as she embraced him she felt his hand slip into the back pocket of her jeans, worried for a moment lest it caused some comment, but as the hand retreated she realised he had slipped something into her pocket. As they stepped apart he gave her a wink, Marta said she wanted to get changed and Anna did too.

When they got to their rooms they left the doors to their shared bathroom open as they talked, Marta complimenting her sister in helping with Karl's choice of gift, then checking her pocket found a gift voucher for a top lingerie store, and Anna hadn't helped with that.

What a smart boyfriend, not buying anything tacky, leaving the choice to her, she might tease him saying she had used it to buy thick woollen winter underwear.

Grinning Marta thought he owed her a pair of panties anyway, seeing his fascination in her worn panties as evidenced in the bathroom, and with what she had gleaned from the internet, she couldn't resist the idea of slipping him that gift. From their phone calls and texts they had both made cryptic references to the panties, and it was clear how much he treasured her skimpy underwear and it's associated memories. It looked as if she would soon be buying more of the thongs and other exotic undies that just a short time ago she had felt were so daring.

The whole evening was filled with joyous banter, happy memories, and plans for the future, helped along by a little wine with the meal, Igor offered Karl a second glass but he politely refused saying he needed to catch the right train back, and he had work the next day. Igor was pleased to note the lad's responsible attitude, most teenagers would drink recklessly given the chance, and in truth he was testing the lad, his Marta could have made far worse choices.

Marta was quite keen on this boy, thinking back it looked like it had been what, ten weeks since the big garden party when he had spoke to him about not harming his little girl, and they must have known each other a while before that. Igor wavered over whether to get Ella to talk to her, a little mother daughter chat about things a girl her age should know. Life would be easier if they'd had all boys, but he wouldn't change it for the world, his family was everything to him, if their current life wasn't perfect it was the next best thing.

Ella had noticed, it was her job as a wife and mother to watch over her family, Igor was looking pensive, a brief flicker of concern, she would tackle him later to find out what was troubling him. For now her thoughts were centred on the joy she saw around her, that Igor came up with such an amazing scheme and kept it to himself, she had known there was some underlying issue, but she would never have guessed, yesterday's surprise had floored them all.

When it came time for Karl to leave Marta went outside to see him off, they were both hungry for one another, but this was not the time or place, though they did kiss and grope in the shadows away from the porch light. She thanked him for the second gift inquiring if junior would like to see what she purchased, sliding her hand down, she giggled finding he was standing up paying attention as Karl groaned.

That night Ella tackled Igor, not relenting until she found out the source of his concern.

"Your little girl, isn't so little any more, she's a young woman, in my grandmother's time she would be thinking of marriage by now. Anyway we do talk, in fact both girls have had the 'birds and bees' talk some time back, that's part of what goes with becoming a woman, and girls can make that change from quite young, so they needed to be ready, and I could hardly tell one and not the other. Marta and I have talked a lot more recently, and you can rest easy she won't be pressured into moving any further then she is ready for."

Though uncomfortable with thoughts of where this may lead, it was reassuring to know his daughter was well informed, ignorance got a lot of teenage girls pregnant, then Ella spoke up again.

"Although there is no reason - yet, Marta is on the pill, so if and when she is ready to make love for the first time, it will be without the fear of pregnancy."

Igor sat bolt upright in bed, his skin felt clammy, heart thudding, this news was meant to be calming, it had the opposite effect, he was debating whether to run down the hall to talk with his daughter, but then what would he say, this was Ella's province, shit! He took a few deep breaths, anger or flying off the handle would not help, he was a rational, practical man, he had to face the fact she was growing up and had a boyfriend. Young, hot blooded, he and Ella had been there once, at least she was nineteen, but she had caught straight off resulting in Marta's arrival.

He wouldn't change a thing he loved his children, but they had chances that had not been open to him, the promise of an extended education, learning foreign languages, the chance to travel. Marta couldn't have done this alone, Ella had helped their daughter with this decision, he had to trust her judgement. It seemed thankfully Marta was still a virgin, if she got carried away at least an unplanned pregnancy was not on the cards. For the first time he wondered how other fathers with teenage girls dealt with these problems, did they all go prematurely grey, or go out and buy a shotgun?

The next morning as Marta popped her little pill a thought crossed her mind, she went and checked her diary, yes it was true, last Tuesday had been day fourteen of her cycle, and she remembered from what she had read, that was about the time when a girl ovulated, and it was known to cause girls to get more aroused than at other times of the month. Regardless of the science, she frequently harboured thoughts of spending time with Karl, no matter which day it was, smiling she thought maybe she could add a horniness index in her diary, - ten, ten, ten.

On Thursday Marta skipped chess club, instead travelling home with Eve and her sister, getting off the train she saw the new titles on display at the news stand, he had three copies of each. Marta bought all six asking if the vendor had more, he didn't, but he would get more as they were popular titles in this location, she told him there was a feature in both on a nearby property that locals might find interesting.

She gave Eve a pair of magazines saying her father might want to display them at his trade counter to showcase a house using his products, it was too chilly to stand around reading, but they had a quick flick through as they walked home. At the kitchen table with their mum they looked through both featured articles, each one conspicuously displayed all the Trompe l'oeil shots, but they had each selected a different range of pictures to highlight the rest of the property. Whether lazy or short on time, great chunks of the text Marta had written were used with only minor changes.

Other than a few gratuities the house they wanted to sell was now prominently featured for free in the two leading property style magazines of their region. Their target audience, that being the wife of any executive wishing to find a place to live in Kiev, was sure to buy at least one of the two journals they had in front of them.

Igor had also been awaiting publication of the two periodicals, and on spotting them brought a few copies, the workers on site then started a pool, each choosing an hour and day when Igor would get his first sales enquiry. Someone drew a grid covering the next two weeks, with time slots from eight in the morning to eight at night, write your name in a square, and 50 kopecks a try. As the nearer time slots were more popular it was agreed to allow people to share a square but they would have to split the pot. After the initial round a few guys wanted to place a bet on a second time slot, even then the betting favoured an early result, with more blanks towards the end of week two.

Friday marked the end of Irisha's second week at her new school, it had been tough as her work had slipped with all the issues that had been blighting her life in the previous weeks, but several studio girls had taken her under their wing. With so much assistance she was almost up to speed on most subjects, she in turn had helped them polish up their language skills, which had made her popular even among the non models looking to learn English.

Marta mostly through Alina, had been kept in the loop with regard to the 'Models Forum' and the latest economic model on the table had gained a lot of support, current Gold members of the site were the ones most likely to be prepared to shell out for an upgrade. They would be offered two options, Gold-plus, would allow them to view the Forum as a lurker, able just to follow the flow of dialogue, in a voyeuristic manor rather than take an active part themselves. Platinum - a new grade of membership level would be expensive, but would include a large download allowance, for both picture sets, and videos with the addition of full interactive access as a participant in the Models Forum.

Announcements had been made on the site about the forthcoming attraction, and the members forum had been buzzing with speculation as to which girls, other than 'Natasha' of course, might become involved. Through Alina's seeding of the members forum they had an idea of what the market would stand in terms of pricing, and the new forum was expected to generate a good revenue. Marta expected the girls to be queuing up round the block when they found out how much per shift they would be paid.

Ella made a number of phone calls Friday afternoon, the plan was she would take the boys into the city to do some shopping, meeting up with Anna and Igor to have a meal, followed by a visit to the cinema for a family film the kids had asked to see. They wouldn't get home too late, but it would be more than enough time to keep Marta happy, she had been chafing at the bit for over a week to the point Ella could see no other solution.

Karl was still in shock, he looked at his phone in disbelief, wondering what the next stage was beyond surreal, it was great he could go round and see Marta, and then to be told the rest of the family would be out, but the call was from her mum! It was plain she knew, she all but said it, then saying how fractious Marta had been due to other events precluding them having any time together since Tuesday, that was the icing. She knew all right.

He didn't even get to say that much, but she made it abundantly clear that some physical relations were off limits, and any other boundaries were down to Marta. Telling him not to worry about Igor, because if he put a foot wrong, by the time she was done Igor would only need a mop to clear up. Well they always said the mummy bear was more fearsome.

It could be said Marta was less stunned, but it was a close run, clear your homework, Karl will be round at five, and he was to leave by seven-thirty at the latest for a wide margin of safety, as the family were due back between eight and nine. Wow. To think she had been climbing the walls, having no good plan as how they could get the 'alone time' she craved, then mum comes to the rescue. There had been caveats, but then she wasn't ready to lose her cherry yet anyway, not that she had a hymen as such, but that wasn't the point.

She knew when the time did come, it wasn't about a silly physical barrier, it was a state of mind, about being ready emotionally because it was the right time, with the right person.

Tonight was great, she was due in five days, and the few days before she often didn't feel that good, then with her flow, it was not all flowers, and feeling all mystical and feminine. What she felt was cramps and and sometimes headaches, so it was not always easy to smile and act as if her insides were not playing havoc. She was sure if boys had periods you wouldn't hear the last of it, and they'd stay in bed the whole time.

They met at last bell, Anna had been called too, so she knew Marta didn't want to see the film, and needed to hit her books, as Eve was there she didn't correct her sister, she would tell her later tonight when there was something to report. Anna just wanted to drop off her kit, change and get out, so now Marta had time, a soak laced with her favourite bath oils, do her hair and make-up, choose what to wear, and what type of underwear.

With her bedroom and bathroom tidy, she pulled the curtains, candles ready and some lamps, after-all she wanted to see what she was doing, in the kitchen her mum had left a note, the snacks were sorted. Primped and primed she had little left to do accept to feel excited about the impending visit, the sound of her phone had her bounding up the stairs it was Karl's ring tone, was there some problem, please don't let him be stuck at work.

He wasn't at work, he was at their bench in the park checking if it were OK to come a little early. "Yes - hurry."

He beat her to the front door, soon kissing, it was the chill that caused them to part, and close the door, then they exchanged stories about their calls, Karl convinced her mum had a web cam or something as she seemed to know everything. Marta smiled telling him she did know everything and watched the colour drain from his face. Karl was taken aback the way Marta had just told her mum everything, then to find Anna knew as well, who else was on the grape vine?

"Mum has allowed me a lot of freedom, providing we behave responsibly, the trust goes both ways, if we play by her rules, and she knows what we are up to, she's going to ensure we can have times we can spend together, if we mess up I will get grounded and junior will end up in a sausage roll." Karl didn't like that poor attempt at black humour.

His humour was restored by an invite to see her room, and junior and his two friends came out of hiding. Marta had thought of little else for the last week and a half, well OK that wasn't strictly true, but now he was here she didn't have a firm agenda, but she needed to talk this over with Karl so things didn't get out of hand.

"Can we talk?"

Did that phrase strike fear into the heart of all males? He waited, nodded for her to go on.

"Well I, this might sound, well odd, the thing is this is all new to me, well you too from what you've said, so we are both like explorers. What I mean is we've seen the maps, and read the guide books, the 'opposite sex' is still new territory for both of us."

He knew just what she meant, and she had found a novel simile to describe the situation.

"I enjoyed my field trip last week, trekking across the twin peaks, I wanted to map them forever, the contours were breathtaking." He smiled holding her hand as he went on with the hope she could see he was genuine. "The plain heading south was so smooth and flat, with that neat little forest on route to the hidden valley, I was a bit scared uncharted ground and I didn't want to upset the locals in such a hallowed place. Well I just didn't want to hurt you or do the wrong thing, and I know there are some taboos,.." He trailed off not sure how to pursue that line of thought.

"It wasn't so hard to talk you were doing better than me, my boyfriend is a poet or a romantic, don't worry I wont tell anyone."

"What apart from your mum and Anna?"

"I'm sorry but we just don't have secrets, we've always been close, and if you want my mum as a friend not an enemy I need to confide in her too, well not all the details but at least, well you know, in like general terms."

Thinking on it, this honesty and openness in return for freedom, must be a lot better than sneaking around trying not to get caught.

"Well ladies first, do you want to open talks on any land treaties?"

She smiled back and took up the challenge.

"If I tell you the stuff I'm curious about then you can do the same as well, we must both try to be open minded and not get upset, some of this stuff might be embarrassing, but if we don't ask we won't know. Last time I went further than I'd planned, I wanted to see your cock and see it shoot off. Are you OK with 'cock' I've heard that some guys don't like some of the words for their bits. If you want to know I'm happy with pussy, like most girls I don't like the 'c' word, OK cunt, I've said it, but it sounds sort of ugly and crude. I got side tracked there, but when you played with my breasts it just got better and better, but I couldn't get off, close though. So that was as far as I planned, I thought if I got you off and let you play with my naked breasts, that would be it, and you would be happy."

"I was very happy, but I felt silly about the bra, would you let me practice? I suppose that sounds pathetic, but well I'd never you know, opened one before."

"No, it's good, it's stuff you want to learn, you can practice when we finish talking."

"Thanks, I like cock, I hope no one else heard that, what I meant was it sounds like the right word, some other words for it either sound arrogant or silly, the rest down there I call my ball-sack and my balls, they're awful sensitive. In sport once this guy got hit there by accident and he threw-up and rolled on the floor for ages, we all winced it was bad."

"Getting back to last week, It may not sound fair but I hadn't intended to take off my panties, but I was just so close, I wanted to cum so I let you play with my pussy, I think that would have worked, but your mouth, well that shook me, I took off like a rocket."

"I'm glad you liked it, I admit I did feel proud I could do that for you, but I did kind of worry, it was, well don't be mad at me, but well at first I wasn't sure about the taste, it was different, I don't know what I expected, playground talk about fishy smells, but after a few licks it caught on and I liked it, well I liked it a lot."

"Goody, I was blown away, but it was scary too, getting that excited I could see how easy it would be to make bad choices if you see what I mean."

"Like having full sex, and getting pregnant."

"Yes, it must be a big decision for a married couple with an income, for any girl in school it has to be their worst nightmare."

"You know I would be careful if,.. well you know,... but we can't because of the sausage rolls." Now they both laughed at the implied threat.

"We keep getting sidetracked, that comment about playground talk, about how a girl smells or tastes, I think it's all about hygiene, we've always been taught how important it is to be fresh, but in gym class you notice not all girls are so particular. I don't mean to sound bitchy, but some of the girls with a reputation aren't so careful, so maybe it's like a self for-filing myth. If the girls who go with a lot of lads aren't very clean, then all those boys then spread stories that all girls must be like that."

"I suppose you're right there are lots of ill informed kids spreading tales, and sex education is a joke, who wrote that crap, it's as if they try to make it sound a necessary chore married couples do on one hand, to some sort of Russian roulette on the other, ending in disease or pregnancy. It seems odd sort of sitting here talking about this stuff, in films girls like all the romance, the full hearts and flowers bit."

"Yes that's true, it's things the guy does to show he's thinking about her that count, like the hero buying nice earrings, or slipping his girlfriend a voucher for lingerie, so she can choose stuff she wants to wear, so you didn't do badly on that front. Anyway we're nerds, so we need to do research, so what do you want to learn about today?"

"Well it would be good to get naked again, I really want to see you all over, and could you teach me about your pussy, I kind of liked making you cum, so if you gave me a guided tour, I might do better next time."

"I like the sound of that, and I kind of want to do the same with you, how about we undress each other that way you could get some bra practice."

They were soon undressing each other, Marta 'resetting' the mysterious bra strap so Karl could master the art, until she had a fit of giggles.

"What's so funny, I can nearly do it one handed now."

"I just had this idea, of getting a front fastening bra without telling you, and I couldn't help it, the image of you struggling, trying to find a catch that wasn't there."

"Well it will just give me a reason to check out your chest before and after I go for the bra."

When they were down to panties and boxers, Marta was taught how Junior though flexible didn't like to be bent downwards, but she loved the way he bounced as she played with him. Karl once again teased himself lowering Marta's lilac coloured panties, which as she was standing fell to the ground as he let go. Looking down as he knelt at her feet she had a revelation, that as well as learning together as boy and girlfriend, Karl also represented a captive male subject for her model research project, finding out what their wider audience found appealing.

She had Karl go first, laying on the edge of the bed with his legs open so she could make a close study, Marta joked junior must be a gentleman, for he was nearly always standing up in her presence, accept when he got suddenly tired. She played with his balls, jiggling was fine, but any more than gently grasping them apparently caused discomfort, she could see why perhaps he had not enjoyed the horse riding. She was fascinated by the change between it's two natural states, flaccid and erect, though she hadn't seen any sign of the lesser state so far on this visit, but she would study it again later.

Asking questions she found out about morning wood, and the fact guys couldn't pee till it subsided, and how all his bits shrivelled up when he got cold, and that blue balls were a myth put about by guys pushing for sex of one sort or another, but now it was her turn.

Just like before she didn't feel the anxiety or embarrassment she had felt when examined by the doctor, and she was a woman, Marta tried to analyse why the expected discomfort was missing, was it because this was not some impersonal inspection? Karl seemed to be in awe of her body, grateful wasn't quite right, appreciative yes, admiring, truly pleased that she would favour him in this way.

The essential difference other than the obvious, was how girls just seemed to have more areas that brought them tactile enjoyment, whereas the guys were centrally focused, and Marta made plain she relished his exploring, looking for the touches that brought her pleasure. If anything he was the one who was embarrassed when the guided tour of her vulva began.

He ran his fingers through her thin triangle of pubes, not as thick or wild as his own, and again the waft of her musk, as she guided his actions. He was reluctant to spread her as wide as he wanted to, but then he was unsure to what extent that would be as the whole area was so flexible. She spread herself and sort of craned over as he looked on in wonder, and she agreed with him about the plumbing not being as convenient as that used by guys, admitting she would never be able to write her name in the snow.

They laughed about that, Marta said she would leave any graffiti to him, below he could see the entrance, it could dilate and close up, the colour bright the flesh wet, curious he asked where the hymen was located, and if it was true breaking it made girls bleed.

Now Marta was feeling some embarrassment, but they had agreed to be open about all this, so she would tell him what she knew and had researched.

"It's different for each girl, the hymen is sort of at the entrance to the vagina, some can be a bit tough but most times they are thin and only partly block the way, or even like me, if it was there it's gone now. From what I've read and heard, about half the girls don't bleed when they have sex for the first time, so that's only half a myth."

"Do you...er"

"Do I what?"

"Do you, what I mean is em, well have you started ,... well you know?

"I think I know what you mean, but I'm not going to answer the question unless you can come out and ask me properly."

"Well have you started having periods?"

"That wasn't so hard was it, that was the question I thought you were trying to ask, you Dofus. Of course I do, that's why junior is a danger, it only takes one sperm for a girl to join the mummy club you know."

Both teens felt they had asked all the questions they needed for today, and the kissing and groping soon escalated, to the point where their bodies in close contact left trails on the others skin, as pre-cum and feminine secretions smeared across thighs and abdomens. Suddenly Karl pulled away, at Marta's look he said he was in danger of painting a little to close to the target, and needed to cool down for a moment unless she would like to help out like last time. She considered what she wanted to do, she did want to learn more but was still unsure if she would like to progress yet, but she came to a decision.

"I think my boyfriend needs to let off some steam, let me help."

As he lay there on his back she knelt beside him on her bed grasping his shaft, rubbing over the head to collect the liquid on her fingers, lubricating her movements, as she varied her motions she felt a great sense of control. She increased the pace bringing him closer, then eased off, repeating the process until he was pleading with her, what a rush, the power in her hands so to speak. Feeling he had been waiting long enough, she pumped for a result, the gush of white in several waves, she could feel the pulses shooting through his cock past her firm grip.

With the passing of his climax his tumescence reduced, she had seen that word in a story and looked it up, but as it lay on his stomach gently curved it still retained some fullness. She liked watching him, the contortions, the way his body rose from the bed, his face and the odd sounds gave her a feeling of achievement, but now he had calmed down looking at her, good she had his attention.

Marta raised her hand, sniffed then keen to see his reaction licked her fingers, she wanted to experience the two sensations at once, the taste and texture of the ejaculate on her fingers, while taking in his reaction to what she was doing. He gasped riveted to her every move, while she processed this new substance, salty and a little cloying, she didn't care for the taste much, but it wasn't that bad either, she wasn't going to gag or spit it out, if push came to shove she could deal with it. Irisha had thrown up her first time, and had subsequently spat it out, but those had all been strangers.

Under his intense gaze she smiled and took another sample, Valya had said to try it fresh, as it soon cooled down and was not as nice, well that must be relative, depending on what your first impression was. Karl looked to be impressed, and junior was once more pointing north, it was amusing the way she had picked up talking about Karl's cock as he did in the third person. Karl was mopping up the spill, and also gave her some tissues, he asked if she had found the taste gross.

"It wasn't too bad, but it wont be replacing milk on my cereals any time soon."

"That's OK, you're the best, - can I eat you now?"

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To be continued in Chapter 40. Marta seems to be enjoying her voyage of discovery, and keen for the next instalment, are you? Any comments you have would be welcome. Remember you only get better stories by helping novice authors like myself with feedback.