After I tell you my story maybe you can understand that the teacher may be nothing but an innocent victim as I was.You see I am forty-one years old an... I am happily married with two children. I say happily married, I guess to be honest with you (and myself) that may be up in the air right now. It all started about six months ago and now it seems that I am in some kind of plunge. I feel out of control ready to crash and burn. What kills me is the fact that I have no control over what happened to. That's a good one isn't it? It was on last week's 8th grade spelling test.He pulled my t-shirt over my head and clamped his mouth to my left tit as I pulled down his zipper and fumbled in his underwear. I found his balls, his swollen, hot scrotum. It was like he only had one testicle, and it was as big and hard as a baseball. I squeezed gently and he moaned and switched to the other breast where he nibbled as well as sucked. I knew the best was yet to come, but that was awfully good and my. It wouldn't get up. I couldn't do it." He paused and again started gently rubbing the left side of his chest.By now I was feeling really uncomfortable, so I just decided to change the subject, and we quickly returned to discussing a homework assignment that was due the next day. I just couldn't think about such an unpleasant topic.I was forced to do just that by the time my weekend exam came around the following weekend. During the week, I had been given another treatment with those smelly. I was ready to refuse and go down the garden and pee behind some outbuildings, when she started to fumble at the zipper on my trousers, “Ok, I’ll do it, but I hope you’re not going to tell anyone about this, are you? “ I said. “Just get it out and have a pee before you wet yourself, will you”, she said, holding the bucket with one hand. Holding the other side of the bucket from my aunt I got my cock out just in time to start peeing in the bucket, I was really desperate now. As with a lot teen.