The Class of ... - review

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We're just entering exam season for high schools (secondary schools in Brit talk) and then it will be time for the Proms. This is a tradition which has come over to the UK from the States, although we have long had school discos. And we of course have geeky girls and the boy who was the hearthrob of the year, so lots of common ground to relate to. 

Here is a sweet and spicy tale about what might have happened if the geeky girl and the high school heartthrob had got it together after all ... with the many years' useful experience we all wish we could have as well.

Welcome, Class of ... is a summer lovin' tale about what happens when two people who ought to have dated, finally do - with a Mustang convertible and slow music thrown in the mix. School days are usually a time of hideous insecurity, particularly about sex and whether anyone might ever find us attractive. Well, kids, it's never too late! Chill out and remember, if you don't get it right now, you do have many years ahead in which to catch up with the A crowd. 

Sexy, funny and sweet - this is a package with pleasurable surprises a-plenty, as Steve finds out when he slides a hand into Meg's skirt ... read on, read on!