That changed when the other girls removedtheirs and they had similar short boy haircuts like mine. It justseemed to transform them before my very eye.... Much the same as meremoving mine did, I can imagine. I had little difficulty replacing mywig as I had worn it a lot in the past as a cross dresser, the othergirls seemed to have more difficulty. Lidia was wonderfully supportiveduring the whole class as were the other mentors with their girls.I did however long for natural locks of my own. They made me realise there is another world outside of the sex business. They made me realise I didn't really know how to enjoy life. I had switched off my feelings for too long; I didn't know how to switch them on again.Some people say it's hard to get out of prostitution. I say it's just as hard to get out of pimping. I'm still not able to have a lasting relationship with a woman. I still closely observe every woman I meet. Nowadays I think it's a nuisance. But in the old days it was my life.. Although, he was also confident no one wouldfind out, since every other student, the professors and employees of the schoolhad left the building right after the bell rang, when his class finished just afew minutes before.While he kept on kissing her, he caressed herthighs with his right hand, and then repositioned himself at one end of thedesk so he could have access to both of her breasts with both hands. He fondledand squeezed them, while he kissed the girl?s mouth and neck. Only a fewmoments. Laurel loves having her nipples played with. She looked up at me with her hazel green eyes that had narrowed to near slits now, but her green eyes still sparkling like two tiny hidden emeralds. She smiled sweetly, her tender pink lips turned up at the corners that lit up her flawless face was tell tale sign she was in deep, deep lust.Seaman and Laurel had been going back and forth for about a half hour by now and he was telling her how he was stroking his cock and wanted to shoot a thick load.