Jacobs glanced at the clock as I entered the room, one of the last, just before the bell rang. "Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Walker." Good afternoon, Mrs. ...Jacobs." I hesitated. She was gray haired, with sharp blue eyes behind bifocals. She'd been teaching here practically forever. A twinge from my steaming balls decided me. "I - ah - think I'd better take some relief."She pursed her lips. "Indeed? Very well. Did you want assistance?"I glanced around. A half a dozen girl's hands went up, and one. I began shoving my fingers deep into her as my lips and tongue focused on a slick protuberance at the top of her pussy lips. I heard her cry out, but it was not anything I could understand. I just knew that her body shook, and her heels drummed on my sweaty back. I began to pull back my face only to find her hands pressing me hard against her dripping cunt. I labored onward to give her more. Eventually, my mom released my head from her passionate embrace. I rose up to see her body gleaming. It’s questions about. Well… about, what men and women do… when… you know… when they’re alone.’ It went on like this for twenty or so minutes. To his delight and horror he thought his fantasy was about to come true. She piled it on thick. All embarrassment and curiosity and tried to look conflicted, relying on him to explain things to her. ‘So what does it feel like?’ she said, ‘When a girl… licks… like… down there?’ ‘Uh… it’s fantastic… It’s impossible to put into words.’ ‘I so desperately. Thank the Goddess for men; they who are soft, gentle and so full of grace and culture. Of course the males did not want this war to be fought, which is one of the reasons we love them so. But this war had to be. When I think of the males of the enemy, how different they are from our males. I know that the enemy had been attacked by an Alien race a 1000 years ago. But even so they are the most dangerous and violent race The Confederation had ever faced.Now the battle call was sounding the fleet.