Regardless, I did my best to concentrate as class began. My teacher Mrs. Philips stood at the front of the classroom and cleared her throat, and soon ...everyone fell silent. The lesson dragged on, and soon we were handed and assignment and given time to work. I looked at the gibberish written on my paper and sighed. Just then, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a message Kate had sent me. Hey you it read. Hey. Im in class, whats up Me too. No rule that says teachers. The ability to be open and honest seemed so natural. Then came the fateful day….high school, something they couldn’t explain and didn’t really give a second thought about happened, they grew apart. She made her new friends and he made his, their paths drifted apart and they both considered it part of growing up. Over the years, whenever they happened to run into each other, they spoke and reminisced and felt good for a while. As their lives moved on and became complicated they saw less and less. "It might be better if I show you." Very well."My prick jerked as she stood up and unfastened the zip on her skirt and stepped out of it. She wore dark tan stockings, held up by a narrow white suspender belt over tiny white panties.She sat down again to take off her blouse and I shifted position to ease my aching prick."Perhaps you'd better sit in the examination chair, Mrs. Marshall." Yes thank you." She smiled and I looked at her gorgeous little ass beneath the skimpy panties as she walked. “You won’t have to worry about changing who you are, or doing different than you like to do, or cleaning up after me or solving my needs for me. And, no there is not enough money in the world to tempt me to be less of a man than I consider myself to be—even though half of me does appear to be missing.“Nor will you have to help me in and out of the tub, Claire. You’ll be happy to know I’ve figured that one out, and it’s not a problem anymore.“Finally, I’m leaving mostly because I don’t want.