Her tartan skirt would stretch invitingly tight across her derriere raising the hem and revealing shapely black stockinged legs, with a hint of white ...flesh above the stocking tops, to the great satisfaction of the student sitting in the desk behind. She was a honey!She was also a true believer, a member of the Purity League and a regular attendee at a fundamentalist church which advocated no sex before marriage and very little after. She left tracts on her desk which staff and students were. We made in home without any problems Mom of course was at work.When we were in Emma asked if I would lock the door I realised the war between our Parents had resulted in Emma feeling vulnerable I could understand it he was not a nice man and I did feel for Emma she was a nice girl friendly and attractive.I asked if she was alright we told each other everything there were no secrets between us we knew by instinct if the other was unwell or had a bad day she screwed her face ‘its Dad I’m scared’.. This was a bit worrying because I was totally horny then. A warmth and a kind of dreamy feeling of absence took over my crotch. I fought an internal, mental battle. I was screaming for my slit to stop making these feelings but it felt so light and beautiful like it was meant to be filled. It felt like a soft, spongy dream. It needed that massive thing in it. I didn't care what was causing these feelings as long as they wouldn't go away. I momentarily thought this was wrong. I was still a guy. “...I’ll do it.”The bug beamed again. “Well then! Throw that crystal over this way, and wait right there. I’ll come to you, and we’ll pick up where we left off~!”Throw… that’s right. The crystal was still in my hand. I had to throw it over to her.Throw it…….Maybe….I reared my arm back, squeezing the stone with all my might once more. I didn’t know every property this stone had, but it seemed to react to my will. A shield. A sword. If this didn’t work, we would all be in serious trouble. But, if.