In the taxi on the way home James started kissing Grace again, this time it was much harder. Grace really wanted him to do more but was too embarrasse...d to ask and with no arms she couldn’t guide his hands to where she wanted them. By the time they got back to Grace’s apartment she was happy but immensely frustrated. That night Grace barely slept she was so frustrated, she rolled over and tried to get her pussy lips under her so she could at least rub herself on the bed but it wouldn’t work. She. I chuckled, “OK,” I conceded. “Come over here.”Mrs. Jennings turned around and walked to me as I spread my legs, cupped her butt cheeks, and pulled her between my legs. She leaned down, put her arms around my neck, and we started kissing. She gasped out when my mouth covered her nipple and my tongue flicked over it and then giggled when I picked her up and moved our bodies to lie on the bed. I kneeled between her legs and Mrs. Jennings placed her feet flat on the bed, bent her knees, and. I’d not had much experience with boys - it wasn’t that I received no approaches, but my one ‘experience’ had not gone well: in fact it had been unpleasant and frightening. A boy in my school, Scott, had asked me to go out with him after school one day just after my sixteenth birthday. My friends by and large seemed to have boyfriends and I’d begun to feel a bit left out, so I said yes. We met in town and he took me to a coffee bar. After an hour or so he suggested a walk in some nearby woods.. He'd been good to her last year when she first attended his school and unlike some of the other teachers; he hadn't tried to cop a feel every time she came near his desk. She liked him and ever since Mr. Smart told her who her next client was she'd been looking forward to it."I like you Mr. Thompson. You're the best teacher I ever had," the girl murmured and she meant it. In class he'd always treated her with respect, unlike many of the other teachers who seemed to know that she'd been doing.