I'll walk up to someone and they will onlyassume that I have this beautiful pussy. The problem is, I started thinking about that. I started thinking...hat I wanted something more. Some other way, another way, to proveto someone that I was a woman. The validation seduced me. But I didn't know what I wanted. I was still hormonally,psychologically, mentally challenged. Something like that probablybecomes a big part of who you are. If you're very sexual, that meansone thing for a man and. Wow, a dozen guys at the same time?! She knows how to turn me on! “John, Puttana called me yesterday with an offer. She says they’d watched videos of all of us at the party and she wants to know if I want to be the center of the stage for a gangfuck. That’s what she called it. Sounds like a good old-fashioned gangbang to me. It’d be at her place, like before, and she said I could bring anyone else along that I wanted to, you know, you, or whoever. Frankly, I’m excited. I’d love to be. I held my breath hoping she would turn my way and I could get a quick peek of her big round tits and the fat nipples that stuck out like tootsie roll midgies. Fortunately, I was not disappointed as she struggled to pull the bucket out of the deep kitchen sink, splashing a little more water on herself as she did so, and turned towards me. There they were, plain as day thru the wet white top. Two perfectly round melons, 38D last I knew for sure… but that was probably wrong too as her bras would. She felt that it was her duty to protect the girls from the attentions of these Romeos. No amount of persuasion by her younger female colleagues could convince her that the men were the ones more likely to be entrapped by these young females and it was they who really stood in mortal danger.In fact it was a cause for constant regret by some of her younger female colleagues that there were not more males on the teaching staff. It would at least relieve the boredom and provide a bit of interest.