I went and started chatting asked her if she had shower and started talking about her hair again, for that she replied saying you must be freak about ...my hair. I’ve replied saying not about yours it’s just my fantasy about women with silky hair. She asked more about my fantasies where I was excited to chat with her about them and that conversation made me hard-on again. After half hour chat she asked me if I would like to comb her hair coz she is too bored to doing that and added saying ‘don’t. By now it’s obvious to both of us that we’re watching each other just as much as the event being played out on screen. I assume that he’s as fascinated as I am, seeing another man bating up close and noticing differences in technique, how his hand moves over the length of the shaft, how it teases the head and how the rhythm varies from my own. I’ve never had the desire to touch another cock, at least not consciously, but I can’t stop thinking about how it would feel to wrap my hands around. This was Beckys class. I was nervous at first, but she was ecstatic to see me back at work and said as much, maybe just a little more delighted than the rest of the class, many of whom were missing not having a sub study hall again like the last two weeks. I got through the class, but not without having to sit a few times behind my desk to calm a sudden hard-on Id get from looking at her blonde curls or smooth bare legs. For once I was just as relieved as most of the other students when the. "Well, I'd never say it around no one," Moose replied in a low voice. "But obviously Gabe was starting to turn queer. I shoulda helped him. Found a girl for him. I coulda saved him." It's not your fault," I answered. "And I don't think he was gay." I mean no disrespect to his memory," said Moose. "And I'd never call him names in front of people -- never. But the make-up and the panties... what do you call that?" Transvestite," I answered."Same thing," Moose said."Not really," I replied..