Gomez came down to watch after a while. She was wearing a short skirt - short for the 50s - that stopped a few inches above her knees - a billowing ...blouse that showed her cleavage and bright blue lipstick and eye liner."You're all so serious." Izzy had put TIME across the bottom of BUS making BUST, which had caused another giggle but that was earlier. "Haven't you learned anything from yesterday?" In fact, we were all kinda embarrassed and hadn't said or done anything. Mrs. G was about to. I walked over to look at it and was standing facing it. I could see my full reflection and Michael walking over. He stood behind me and placed his hand on the outside of my right thigh. I didn't move. My heart quickened. Without a word, Michael moved his hand round to my crotch. I watched him massage my growing bulge in the mirror. I stepped backwards to allow him easier access, I could feel that Michael was also hard against my backside. Michael expertly undid my zip and slipped his hand. I strapped a harness around herwaist and fastened a large, vibrating dildo to it, shoving it up her cunt andtightening the harness, holding it tightly up in her. I pulled her clamped andweighted labia to the sides, straddling the harness strap. I turned the vibratoron, and I used a riding crop on the backs of her legs and her paddled ass. Iknew it was a matter of time before the vibrator made her cum, and when shetensed and cried out, I gave her two vicious cuts to her ass while she orgasmed. . I was walking on thin ice here. What did teenagers like? Pizza! They all liked pizza.“How ‘bout I just call for a pizza and have them deliver it?” I said hopefully.She spun around smiling. “That would be great! I love pizza.” Then she frowned. “I should be able to cook. But I can’t. I don’t know anything about being a girl.”I was already on the phone telling them to bring me two or three pizzas. I didn’t care what kind. No, I didn’t care what kind of crust either. I was trying to listen to her.