I finally opened the envelope that contained myclass schedule. It was weird. A bunch of girly subjects, nothing likewhat you'd study in a normal high ...chool:- 8 am: Deportment- 9 am: Dressmaking- 10 am: Hair & Makeup- 11 am: Cooking (Work Experience)- Noon: Lunch- 1 pm: Ballet- 2 pm: Science for GirlsScience for Girls turned out to be an idiotic hodgepodge of a class thatshould have been called Housekeeping 101: how to shop for groceries(biology), how compare prices (mathematics), how to clean. Aunty: your wife will be lucky to have you.Me: she will be lucky when I get married, but aunty you can get lucky now.Aunty: shut up. I can’t do that.Me: why not.Aunty: look at the age difference.Me: the age difference is in your mind. You know but your pussy and my cock don’t know that. All they want is to fuck.Aunty: hey, don’t use dirty words.She went to the window to see if her car was ready, I went behind her and grabbed her ass with my hand. And then grabbed my hand and pushed it far away.. ..and so my obsession only grew....Statistics only told me about 60 % of the teenage girls did it...so 3 of 5 of the girls closest to me indulged in this private pleasure. The question was...which one?My mind's eye was filled with confessions of them, where they told very detailed about how, when, what and where...and those fantasies sent me the most thrilling orgasms I even experienced. So to feed those fantasies, I became quite in expert in hearing girls out. Buy you...you always proved to be. Jack got up from his seat on the table andfollowed the woman to the door, nude. His hardpenis stood out proudly as he followed Karen,pointing toward her barely covered ass as shewalked in front of him. Karen led him acrossthe hall and into another treatment room.Inside the new room Jack found the same tableand small desk as before, it seemed all thetreatment rooms were laid out in the same way.Jack smiled when he saw Mei sitting at thedesk, he had been wondering if he would seeher this time. .