"You okay?" I asked her.She shrugged. She cried, sniffling. It wasn't sobbing. Just a gentle flow dripping from her pretty brown eyes, like a mild sum...mer rain. "I guess not," she chuckled through her tears."Can you talk about it?"She nodded and shrugged again. "I can but I can't. I don't really understand it. Last night was ... very confusing emotionally. At first I felt intimidated by this grand place. And then the women here relaxed me. Very charming women. Except the old one. I could hardly. She moved her body in a slow up and down motion allowing my cock to slide effortlessly in and out of her cunt, her movements became faster and stronger as she felt another orgasm build in the depths of her uterus. She ground down hard on my pubic bone with her clit as she shuddered involuntarily to the throws of her pleasure. Moaning loudly she told me her pussy loved my rock hard cock deep inside her, my cock was pulsing inside her pussy as I rolled her onto her back and positioning myself. He used to have no friends in that class, so it wasquite a switch. He walked into the English classroom and took his seatnext to the teacher's desk. Mrs. McNally stood at the head of theclassroom, smiling. She was a middle-aged woman, with graying blondhair and a slightly overweight disposition. She had been one of Cal'sfavorite teachers, and Cal was one of her favorite students."What's with the long face, Calvin?" Mrs. McNally asked kindly, lookingdown at him.Cal looked up and smiled. "Must be. And after that, she said we were going shopping for some more clothes. I thought about the old phrase that says you have to have money to makemoney. It was kind of like that with women's clothes. I need to dresslike a woman in order to buy women's clothes. I was very cool withthat.Whenever I wasn't thinking about my mother and her purchases, I waschecking out the girls in my classes. Looking at girls wasn't a newthing for me, but now I was almost studying them. Because they wereborn as.