I was then more than happy for her to be my teacher, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her round breasts, she always wore tight salwar kameez and her... boobs always protruded out. At first to get a good impression on her I behaved as a nerdy boy, interested only on studies, and days passed like that. Then one day I remember she was teaching and asked me to write some lines from textbook, while I was doing so she suddenly put her palm and placed it on my head and said” wow you have such silky hair”. Her departure left me feeling abandon, empty, incomplete. I'd felt the orgasm building through her touching, resuming as she humped me. But it never came. With my cheeks burning red and tears of shame on my cheeks, I found myself begging her to finish me.With sadness in her voice, she said she couldn't. Based on an on-line article she'd read, an orgasm changed a woman's chemistry, making it more acidic. If I had an orgasm, it would make it more likely that a baby would be a girl. And. A. before that being of the closing of the day for that being of the five o'clock p.m. hour. I mean this stupid, crazy, excuse my language, &/or pardon my French, s.o.b. bastard was armed to the teeth, pardon the pun, none intended, & no offense is meant to be possibly directed against any of the victims of this mad shooter when I had mentioned that last, & as he himself being of the mad-shooter was shooting like crazy at some, or such of anybody, &/or everybody, like pocketta-pow-pow, shooting. We both shivered. "Sometimes, it starts with the truck, and the ditch, and the water. Other times, I dream I'm at work, and my legs start to shake, and I try to call for help, but the cold surrounds me, and..."I could feel her eyes squeeze shut as she clutched my sides and pressed her face against my chest. I slid my arms around her and held her close, letting her feel the warmth of my body. I felt her take several breaths before her eyes opened again. She snorted a disgusted laugh at.