He has grown a beard: salt and pepper flecked and coarse. It suits him. “I have lived for this moment,” I purr, “it’s all that’s kept me goi...ng, all that’s kept me alive these years.” He handles me with awed reverence as though he cannot believe the creature that has been returned to him, “Army food has made your tits grow bigger!” I giggle and squirm euphorically in his embrace, “or my waistline smaller?” I deflect the comment, running my fingers down the sides of his face, tracing the. Maybe someone will walk by, they may have forgotten something. Or maybe the janitor might swing down the hallway pushing his broom. Won't that be a site for them, the little white teacher bent over the desk crying out for some hard black dick." I turned red, thinking of what could happen. Jamie began running his fingers down my back, to my ass, and grabbed my thong. He gave it a couple of quick tugs and I forgot all about the open door. "Mmmmm... please..." I moaned. "You like that do you?". That was another gap between me and all the girls my age.I'd been working at Grossmont as a candy striper for a little over a year. As with everything else, I took my work seriously. Some of the nurses talked to me. Most of the patients hardly noticed me. Sometimes and old lady who could never get anyone to listen to her would grab my arm and talk to me until I had to come up with an excuse to get out of there, but for the most part I was invisible.When Dr Bradley saw who I really was and. "Pull your pants down, Jimmy," she instructed the pupil, lying down on her back on the cool, hard, dusty floor.Jimmy did as he was told while Brenda unbuttoned her blouse and hiked her tight skirt up around her hips, revealing her white bra and panties."The undershorts too, Jimmy," Brenda admonished the student, her sing-song tone of voice both reproachful and encouraging. Jimmy pulled them down around his ankles while Brenda slid her silk panties off and tossed them into a corner.Jimmy's.