I lifted ma right palm and grabbed her breast. She got surprised and threw away my hand. I got feared and said sorry. She was really disappointed and ...old that she never expected that from me. I said sorry to her and she said “it’s okay, do not repeat this”. I nodded my head and sat near her. My right hand did the same mistake. I again grabbed her right breast. This time she said that “what are you doing? There are other students in this class. So please stop it “.I told her that I wanted to. What’s to limit the number of periods? Perhaps some mathematics? Some ‘less well’ understood math! It is claimed that the number of possible elements is limited by the velocity of light on electrons or the so-called proton-neutron drip lines. But what is velocity without time? (grins) Taunus Trumbo blinks. Faustus Mortal: Imagine some complicated set of mathematical rules that eventually terminate pair-production. The final period. At that moment the Ur-Atom may just disintegrate as the Big. Outwardly, my face shows only the vaguely attentive look that is shared by the other sixteen year-olds sitting in the rows of desks around me, but inside I am so excited, so turned on by my incredible secret – that my teacher and I fuck each other in unbridled hot lesbian lust! I glance around the classroom, and think – if they had any idea, if they knew what we get up to after school, tumbling naked together in a thrashing tangle of limbs in her bedroom, wet cunts smacking down on eager. Tracy was scared and knew that she was going to get spanked, but didn’t know what else she could do.They approached her and Linda said, “Ok, little slut, you need your punishment before classes start. So, bend over and grab your ankles.”Tracy didn’t want it to be any worse, so she obeyed. She bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles, leaving her ass sticking straight into the air. The next thing she heard was, “RRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPPP”, as the Velcro was removed from the back slit of her skirt..