At home I spend a bit of time in bed, experimenting with my imagination. I run through those perfect girls from the older end of my cadette scout clas..., mentally undressing them. I imagine sweet, blonde Yvonne, with the breasts almost as big as mine, tall and beautiful. I’ve seen the way she looks at the other girls and the way her nipples stick up under her uniform when she does. She would come to my bed willingly, I could teach her how to please a woman and please her in turn. I imagine her. I continued for almost 10-15 minutes and then went down to her stomach. I was licking her navel and she was shivering like fish out of water. I went further down and unbutton her jeans and lowered the zip, without removing the jeans completely.I just stretched the jeans and started kissing her panty line and expose portion. She was liking it and so she was holding my head and playing with my hair. I then removed my t-shirt and was just looking at Reena. She stood up and pushed me on the bed,. She could still remember what it was like to be 18, the peer pressure, the anxiety of finishing school and the growing pains of increasing responsibility. An improvement in technology didn't change anything. What was it she couldn't understand?As for the decisions Casandra was making, she and her husband, Mark, were at a loss as to what to do. They could see their daughter slip away with poor decision after poor decision. She'd been suspended for smoking in the girls bathroom. She'd totaled her. Everything was pretty much the same except the pressure he was applying was less & the movements were more extended. As he eased my shoulders I noticed that he began brushing up and around the side of my breasts. This was something he had not done before but it still did not feel like he was trying anything improper. It did begin to raise my temperature, if you know what I mean. He proceeded to place both my arms above my head & stood at the front of the table & began massaging my entire back.