I got to her room andopened the door. As the science teacher she did not have a homeroom."Ah," she exclaimed. "The young man with the problem. Come in...."I walked over to her. She was young, pretty and seemed very friendly."Come into the supply room," she directed. I followed her through adoor behind her desk. She pointed to a chair and I sat down. "Thisshould work. It's acetone, the same ingredient that's in nail polishremover." She unscrewed the top of a dark brown bottle, wet a littleball of. They both turned on me asking if I knew what was happening, I told them I didn’t. We started to hear a whispering it sounded like it was coming from the walls all around us, we could hear that they were repeating one word over and over “Arthur.” We started walking quickly away trying to get away from the whispers fearing they would lead whatever was behind the growl straight to us. No matter how fast we walked or ran the whispers followed us all the time whispering that one word, “Arthur.”Tom. I knew that it was because I was such a feminine girl, that he was like this. I was really flattered. If I had ever had any doubt about my ability to make a man react to me, as a woman, the proof was in my hand that I should have no more doubts. Men would like me.I sat there, sort of half leaning over, with his arm wrapped around my shoulders, and my head resting against his chest, while in a most fascinated fashion, I watched my hand do what girl's hands do. I could not help but to feel sort. I just rubbed my face wildly against her pussy. Cathy suddenly started to pee. It was just a tickle to begin with then turned into a full torrent of golden juice from her pussy. I moved my face in her stream of piss letting it coat my face they opened my mouth to drink of her golden nectar. Her pee slowed to just a trickle then to a stop. I removed my face from between her legs as her golden piss dripped from it.Cathy looked to me as she said, “You are such a naughty girl.” “I am going to have.