>>>Touching you where? Your tits or your kitty?>Both Mel, I couldn't help myself, it felt really good...I couldn't stop him it was like my willpower w...as gone the moment he touched my boobs.>>>That's not your fault. He is fucked up for even wanting to touch you in the first place.>That's not even all...He came on me. (Mel gasped) I am pretty sure he was jerking off behind me while I washed my hair and most likely while he was washing my back. But of all thins you won't believe this.>>>I really. She didn’t want to sound like she was bragging. “They’re wonderful kids.”“You can say that again,” he said. “Because of them, my own students have adopted a nursing home and the VFW in town. They put together an extra credit plan, and they go visit people with disabilities.”“You’re kidding!” she gasped.“Not at all,” he said. “They were really motivated by that musical. I’d like to meet the person who thought that whole thing up.”“They volunteered,” said Erica. She was on autopilot now, just. "Please just let me go home.Please?" You're free to go home at any time, dear." No, you know what I mean... I want to be me again... I want..."Beep.. Beep.I see the feeling of dread overcome him as he shuffles uncomfortably onthe couch. It's not unlike a Pavlovian response at this point. Asmuch as he might deny it, his body has been aroused sexually...something he probably seldom felt as a man. And so when the timerbeeps, his mind floods with the memories of what he has done, and thepleasure. It was a little more in depth then she led me to believe on the phone, but nothing that couldn’t be dealt with. “Alright, let me have the passages,” I yawned as the computer glowed in front of me. “Kid, you’re going to owe me for this one,” I teased her. “I know,” she laughed in a grateful tone. “Whatever you want. Dinner this week. Movies. Name it.” “Shit, you’re going to owe me that and at least a hummer too,” I told her. I was joking in part, but what curious to see where her head was at..