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Alison Trilogy — Mr Mascoll’s Playsuit, Adventuring, The Swimming Lesson (AI enhanced)

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An enhanced version of this delightful trilogy of stories from Uniform Girls 13 following the delicious Alison as she is dressed up and played with, first by Mr Mascoll ( Flights of Fancy ) and then the Rev. Smithers, leader of the Adventurers. For those waiting for the concluding part of Culver's new story, it will be appearing here later today. Mr Mascoll’s Playsuit A girl in a garden. A very pretty garden and a very pretty girl. A pretty English garden on a warm and drowsy summer afternoon. The pretty girl is English too. The garden is large, spacious, kept private from prying eyes by a wealth of shrouding evergreen trees and shrubs. Within this protective greenery is an immaculate expanse of close-trimmed lawn with at either side arbours and pergolas of climbing red and pink roses. Beyond is a large ornamental pond in which golden-orange fish glide between pink water lilies. The water has attracted bright blue dragonflie...

Passing the Test

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A continuation of  yesterday’s New Recruit , from Uniform Girls 40 Sophie is feeling just a little faint. Well what girl wouldn’t, standing for the first time like this? Standing on the seat of a chair in the Guides’ snug retreat, Mr Minley’s loft. Just herself and Mr Minley. And with nothing on! Sophie that is. Mr Minley of course is in his scoutmaster’s rig. But Sophie is in the altogether. Well effectively. There are just her shoes and socks, and her knickers pulled down to her knees. And Mr Minley in close attendance, his tape measure in hand. In his left hand. His right hand is thus free to go here and there. It  is  going here and there.  Here … and  there . At this moment it has slid between Sophie’s quivering thighs. The hand is there and indicating that she should part her thighs some more. But if she does… she will be quite open… to that hand. It will be quite free to… well she knows what it will do. Inevitably. Where it will inevitably go. Righ...