Nobody but the youngest came near to see what I was doing. They did get excited when they saw that their mother Lauren was the subject of one drawing....here was a lot of talk during the meal but it was after the plates were cleaned up that I brought my work out.They were quiet as they looked at their pictures until the older guys saw themselves as eating machines. They laughed really loud and had to sit down or they would fall. The girl's didn't laugh at Charlie's Angels but they smiled at me. I. "If I buy your beef jerky, what exactly will you be giving me?" she seductively asks. I walk over to her grabbing her ass."And what exactly is it you want me to give you?" I ask, feeling her hand gently grab my dick through my shorts."Guess," she playfully replies."Well, I'm guessing from your hand grabbing my dick, you will want me to stick it in your tight, wet hole later?" You guessed right, babe. I think I'll also swing by the lingerie store, be back in a few hours." Get some of that body. My back arches to your touch. An uncommon ache develops between my legs, a longing. You move to the other nipple, I quiver and cry out. Your mouth moves back to my lips, silencing my cries and reassuring me. Removing your shirt you pull me to my feet. My flesh comes in solid contact with yours. Your hands tangle in my hair. Your lips on mine whisper, “lets get more comfortable.” And you bring me half naked to your room. Drawing me down onto the bed, you pull me close, our bodies touching.. However, all those times when none of that is the case, can you really call it sexual abuse?Is it really so wrong for two consensual individuals to love each other, or at least to pleasure each other?I believe that a teacher has a certain responsibility to keep their students safe and not violate the trust their parents put in them. However, what I wonder is, isn't the punishment handed out for violating this responsibility too severe for the offense committed?I'm regularly asking myself, is it.