The students behaved, the administration punished bad behavior, they actually communicated. It was organized. The demographics were also a huge shift.... Leah would often be the only white woman in the room at her inner city school. Leah didn't care about race. She wanted to teach children--but that didn't mean no one else did. She was accused by many students for being racist when she had to discipline them for even the most outrageous incidents. Needless to say at her first school she had to. He invited Therese to join him. She did, gently hitting me. I couldn’t bear watching my mother being beaten and agreed to do it. My beating didn’t stop. My husband encouraged Therese to keep whipping me and she became more aggressive and was soon using all her energy in whipping me. “Maybe you’ll learn to do what you’re told without hesitation. Next time the three of us will beat your mother.“ he said. I made my way to my mother. We kissed and caressed each other’s body. She was soon taking my. He'd kill me.I tugged on my gym shorts. I pulled on a t-shirt.Yeah, I was all boy again.Wasn't I?***She told my dad. Of course she told my dad.Parents talk to each other. They are sure it is them against their kids.So they talk. I would later find out it was that same night, when they were in bed. Mydad reached over for Char, romance on his mind. And Char said, in thoseominous words all all time, "Stephen, we have to talk." What's the deal?" my dad, rising off her and sitting up in the bed.. Just then the stranger in our row moved to the seat next to my wife and in a low wisper asked if he could play with my girl's pretty pussy too. I removed my hand and wispered back that he could as long as he was gentle. He quickly lifted the arm rest between him and my wife, placed her other leg up on his thigh spreading my wife even more, and proceeded to fondle and finger fuck her pussy.My wife almost immediately started panting and softly moaning with excitement. I took the opportunity of.