I wonder how in the world Mrs. Katherine got that idea, it's not like we're in kindergarden anymore. In case I ever read this in the future, let me re...ind myself that Mrs. Katherine is the absolutely WORST english teacher I've ever had.The first day it was really exciting, getting a teacher that hot, she's more of a model than a teacher. She's just a bit smaller than me, with an absolutely fabulous blonde hair, it reaches around half her back. It seems that she just left the university, since. Lots of colleges came to him with full rides, then UCLA came to him with a full ride football scholarship, which he took without a second thought. Erica also got a scholarship for volleyball also to UCLA. So they would be together throughout college also (fucking non-stop, oh yea!!). During the first year on campus they were the perfect couple. They live on separate floors, but they would visit (fuck) and go out (fuck somewhere else, not in a bed) all the time. Aden was planning on marrying her. There were large mirrors on all four of the walls and even the ceiling. The mirrors on two of the walls had that slightly black look of one-way glass. The frames around those mirrors were larger and looked more like window frames, including a small ledge at the bottom of the mirrors.The room, itself, was empty except for a very strange-looking machine which stood in the very center of the room. One of the women pulled her over to the machine by her arms and then pushed her over one end of it.. "You like to watch?" I asked, cutting right to it. I've masturbated with friends before and some girls just like watching me do it. I thought maybe Patricia was one of those. She seemed unable to admit it out loud, but nodded. I watched the expression change on her face as I traced the outline of my labia with my fingers. Then, pushing down, feeling the skin gather beneath my fingertips and letting my eyes get heavy as I slid them back up over my slick clit, playing with it for her. My knees.