For the entire lesson I couldn’t stop myself thinking about what he had done to me and how confused I was about what I wanted now. Part of me wante... it all over again but also another part told me it was bad to want that from a teacher but I couldn’t stop.At the end of the lesson we all headed to the locker rooms, I and a few other girls decided to go for a shower and the rest just grabbed their belongings and went straight home, in the shower I was distracted by my thoughts, I didn’t notice. This one's gonna close soon for the winter." Yeah. In December we can get a family membership."She smiled. "I like hearing you say that, babe," she said. "You keep telling me my dreams are possible." As long as it's your dream, sweetie. You're certainly mine. Let's go eat."Hauling herself out of the pool, she turned, "Let's go shower and order pizza, okay?" Pizza'll work." We walked back to the apartment hand in hand. Passed the elderly couple from the other end of the complex. Kimmy said "Hi!". Flashing lights illuminated Greta’s haunches in red and green, purple and blue and yellow and orange. The ancient woman’s hanging labia, her meaty clit, her sweaty anus and old grey muff, were all on display.The old woman effortlessly arrived at an upper-level platform designed for rest and, perhaps, dalliance. Greta put a hand over her own crotch, demonstrating a willingness to dally. The tart gave Eve clever glances and sweet pats to her behind. Eve realized it was all just a tease when. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know. A few nights later, we were all in my sister’s room, in the dark, telling scary stories. He was laying in bed with me, under the covers, and the next thing I knew, his hand was in my pants. Again, I could have said something, but I didn’t. He started rubbing my clit between his two fingers, and then would stick a finger in my pussy, shoving it in, taking it out, shoving it in, taking it out. That hurt. I liked it when he was playing with my clit.