My goal is to educate both for simple love of knowledge (monster fucking isn’t for everyone, trust me, I know), but also from a practical standpoint...for any amateur practitioners or even non-practicing humans. I imagine, thanks to the auto-chroniclers, it will also entertain.If you feel conflicted about masturbating to these because I’m attempting a professional task here, don’t. That’s a tertiary goal compared to practical and academic education, but it is one of the goals I’m making this page. It was after one lesson that me and three of my friends had to stay behind after school and help to but away the sports equipment we had been using, joking around as we always did and saying how hot miss wilson looked, "god if would be amazing to have sex with here" one of my friends said and we all just smiled and nodded, it was then that one of them came back from the store room with a big smile on his face,"guess what guys I just saw miss wilson in the showers", we all just looked at each. I’d signed up for a government subsidised employment program which provided summer jobs for college bound students. The pay was terrible, but the jobs were often interesting adventures. Eager to experience something different, I applied for a position as a stagehand at a theatre in San Francisco. I knew even less about theatre than I did about sex, but being unskilled worked in my favour. The theatre could say it was training an unemployable, which was a requirement to qualify for other federal. I arrived home to an empty house, there was no sign of Emily or the girls. This I found worrying, but I don’t know why. I unpacked my suitcase and was in the middle of putting the put-you-up up in my office-come-den when the telephone rang. It was Emily, she told me that she and the girls would pick Bridget up from school. They arrived home with Stella’s children in the car as well and then all hell broke loose in the house with the children playing. I’m not too sure I’d liked the idea of all.