She was about to have sex with her fourteen year old student and Alice's story might as well have been hers.Though I still firmly believe that a teach...r, or an adult in general, has a large responsibility to a minor, I also think that once a boy hits puberty he should be given some leeway in making up his own mind. As long as a relationship is consensual, I see little harm in it.Often teenagers are still treated as children, their parents refusing to see them as the young adults that they are.. It read:"Hope you appreciate your easy day because it's the last one for awhile. Tomorrow you're going to shave your legs and arms and underarms,and everywhere else you have hair that isn't your head. I don't care ifyou use a razor or wax or whatever, but I expect you to be perfectlysmooth on Sunday. We're going shopping."I did appreciate my easy day and Roger texted me noting the suddenchange, asking if she had finished with me so soon. I told him I hadn'tbored her yet unfortunately, but it. “I feel your baby oven, I will now push to stretch your vagina so you can take me all in, until I push my balls to your clit”, and continued pushing.It was like a train convoy progressing from my pussy entrance, to belly button, to my stomach, to my lungs. I felt like a big thick spear going through me. “Is it in?”, “three quarters” he replied.I was feeling the stretch from the circumference of his cock dialing my woman canal, and I was also feeling his cock elongating it. This double stretch. Anything. So whatever flags were raised, here I simply ignored them. And rightly would have -- if that had been the last occurrence. After all, it was harmless. Trivial. Perfunctory! But then for a second time, with renewed interest, she swiveled her neck sideways to look at me and the spell was broken. Sharply I whipped my faced forward, only to sneak a quick look her way again to see that she was still looking at me, and slightly grinning. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, and started.