I let you do all kinds of stuff. I can’t believe I did that stuff.” “Me too” said Jane “I mean…we’ve both necked with boys and felt the...r things through clothes, but no boy has ever felt my naked body before….or especially watched me……you know.”Sandy took a bit of a gasping breath at Jane’s reference to me watching them both masturbate to orgasm. Jane continued “Look Michael, what we all did was a riot! I’m not going to sit here and say I didn’t love seeing your penis and touching you and. That's why we need to talkso that I can help you figure things out."My mother hadn't set a trap for me and she wasn't angry. I wasrelieved but I was far from calm. "I guess I'm still trying to figureout the rules," I said.Mom laughed and said, "Good luck with that. This isn't like footballor having curfews," she said. "There aren't any rules when it comes tobeing an adult woman. Its all about the decisions we make. Some arebetter than others and they all have consequences." She took a. “I need a break.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. What a night, I thought. I may have said it out loud, but I didn’t mean to. I lifted my knees and spread my legs unabashedly, and the cool air felt soothing against my moist soreness. How immodest of me, I thought. Who cares, I thought again. I took some Kleenex and essentially wiped my ass. I dabbed up the come and oil. I suspect it was at this moment that I realized my goddess days were finished. I was just a woman now, a very. One always paid close attention, never got caught being distracted, which wasn't that easy as her lectures on Victorian literature could be so long and tedious. The students so much preferred Miss Bixley, but her classes this semester were all full (see "Miss Bixley lends a hand").The guys, and even many of the girls, could see why she was still single. Who would want to marry her? Would could stand her? She was so cold, so harsh, so grim and austere. This was a shame as she was not an.