We have to go. Barbie said while making the other dolls in my room get up and look out the window. What no he didnt say that. He was actually pretty n...ce except when he was in my head reading my mind. Did he hurt you? Hes a bad man he is trying to separate us. Barbie said in unison with my other dolls and toys in my room. I was getting scarred they all agreed that moving up two grades was a bad idea and they were right. Are they right about this man? Is he really out to hurt me and separate me. " Yea, well, we'd better get going. Sorry Marcie, we can have a swim party another day."Miss Lottie insisted that they both eat lunch before leaving. She also strongly suggested that they shower, because, she said, as sweaty as they both were, she could not imagine riding in a car together.Emma laughed and replied, "Maybe we'll save water and shower together."Kyle was first into the shower, assuming that Emma would do another one of her thirty minute standing soaks, but he was barely wet when. To occupy myself I busied myself with playing with the zipper on my shirt. Up and down, zip-zip. I took the zipper down and pulled my shirt out. I looked at my bare little titties and I watched as my nipples grew hard. Up and down, up and down I played with the zipper. I looked over and the nice man was glancing out the corner of his eyes at me. I tried not to smile, but it was difficult. Finally the plane was under way, racing down the runway. I leaned back and left the zipper down so he would. He also remembered that he somehow managed to dismiss those thoughts of Eddie’s sexy Marion, only to have them quickly replaced by someone just as alluring and seductive.Without even trying, Mrs. O’Rourke’s place in his mind was taken over by Mrs. Criscola. Oh, he fought the temptation to jerk off while thinking about his new Social Studies teacher, but the feelings were way too strong to resist. They overtook him as they always did, and before he could stop it from happening, his new teacher.