How about you Kenny? The last I knew, you were on your way to school to be a mechanic. Why are you here, and in that uniform?’ ‘It’s a long stor...y Mrs. F, let’s just say that things didn’t work out and let it go at that. It’s been nice seeing you again ma’am, you are looking good. I should get back to work now.’ Ken stood up and placed his hat, emblazoned with ‘SECURITY’, back on his head and made to move out. ‘Wait a minute Kenny, are you having trouble? You look about as sad as I have ever. The English course was about writing a research paper and that, she feared, meant a lot of work, but the teacher was young and cute.The world history teacher, she decided, was about a hundred and five, and he could lecture with his eyes closed, which he did, but he raised an eyebrow when he spotted Vixen, her legs crossed in the second row as she took notes in more-or-less outline form. He did like young girls with good thighs, always had.The PE class had been dull, all girls, and just a talk. I told her that I had a copy, but I might have some problems finding it after the move. She asked me to bring it in if I could find it.When one of the kids asked a question, I kept looking to the teacher to tell me to sit down. But the kids wanted to know more about the race, and moving to the USSR. When a question came up about freedoms and capitalism, she told me to take my seat. We needed to move on.As the rest of the class read their stories, I suddenly remembered something. The teachers in. My cunt made wet sex noises as he fucked away between my spread legs.It felt great. The guy who's dick I had sucked held my other leg open, so that my legs were held wide apart as they wobbled and he encouraged the guy to rape my slut cunt like the weak-pussy and girl that I was! oh my!Such talk was very horny and reminded me of my powerlessness, which helped enter me into another splitting orgasm of light and dampness. I one big fuck-hole I was my cunt. My cunt was me and all I was.They guys.