I respond to that. I turn off to being finger banged. Forget what happened down there. I don't want to be reminded. As for my vagina recovering [she s...miled] I work on that with vaginal exercises. I think you'll find me nice and tight when I squeeze your penis while it's inside me. Touch me gently and you'll find out." Other girls aren't this much trouble."Hurt and angry, she said, "If you want other girls, what are you doing with me?" I want you, too, Mom. I want you to be number. Although this school being 4 times as large had me petrified I was a pleaser by nature i shined in my studies and acedemic clubs quickly making me a faculty favorite. accepted and safe, teachers became role models and only friends, hadwhich certainly didnt help make me one of the cool k**s. picked on by most of the other students hearing comments like "teacher’s pet" "nerd", even spreading a rumor i was secrectly a girl. strangely hearing the rumor didnt upset me, very much aware i was. Sure I don't like the idea of you fucking other people, escpecially lesbian sex, but with what has happened to me in the last few months, I could accept just about anything except you leaving me again. That would kill me."She looked at me with a an expression of pain. "I love somebody else, Larry, and she would not allow me to live with you again. She hates men, and she has influenced me, too. I loved our session just now, but I still desire cunts. I probably always will."I was crushed. I had. She gave it a gentle pull bringing my head back as her licking turned into kissing. Her mouth on my neck was exquisite and I moaned feeling her lips on me. Ms. Jean murmured that she had long wanted to kiss me as she let go of my hair. I locked eyes with Ms. Jean as our mouths neared each other’s. I trembled as her soft smooth lips touched mine and as her tongue darted out to touch mine. Her hand on the crotch of my shorts began to rub harder pushing my messy panties up against my hairy mound..