I opened my eyes and found him. He was in a quiet corner alone, about 20 yards away, talking to himself. He seemed to be psyching himself up for somet...hing. He seemed to be getting ready to move, and then he would stand up, but ultimately he would fail and just sit down again. Melissa followed my eye line and together we watched him for a minute or two. He eventually looked up and spotted us watching him, however he looked behind him, assuming we were not looking at him. Realizing it was him, he. Her lips moved over the head of his penis and she could feel its warmth and that it was as she thought, rock solid. Slowly working on the head she could feel it throb making her wetter so she decided to start playing with herself again rubbing her clit until he noticed, picked her up and sat her on an empty spot on his desk. He spread her legs apart, thumbed down her black lace knickers and knelt down to her pussy which was gleaming with juices ready for him to lick up, his tongue reached out. I want us all to feel that we can talk openly about anything to do with sex. Sex is a beautiful gift, not something any of us need feel ashamed about. So tell us about your boyfriend’s sperm.”“Well, miss, it was sort of milky white and slippery,” the young girl said haltingly, still too embarrassed to look either at her teacher or at the naked man whose penis looked as if it would very soon fountain its essence in exactly the same way as her boyfriend’s had. “And there was so much of it,” she. She went red and didn't want to answer. Then she toldme that she's seen my diary which I'd packed at thebottom of my bag and read what I'd written about her.I have to admit I'd had a bit of a crush on her andhad said so in my diary because I figured nobody wouldget to read it. I was almost mad at first but waskinda worried how she felt.`What were you doing going through my bag anyway?' Iasked. She was obviously scared to answer but I feltso relieved when she did.`I was... looking at your bra's,.