” Then he hugged me. I hugged him back and I swear I felt his tears on my bare shoulders. When I heard he died a few days into the new school year. ... made sure to go to his funeral and left the panties I wore that day in his coffin. It felt right, somehow. I miss that old German. I still have a copy of the school paper with the in-memoriam article. Next was my Yearbook teacher. He was a sixties flower child if I ever saw one. Huge Pink Floyd fanatic, and coolest teacher in the school. We had. Michelle took a position over my cock, and guided me into her very lubricated pussy. At the same time, Paula climbed on top of my face and placed her cunt directly on my mouth. I didn’t need an invitation, and I began to lick her wet, pierced pussy immediately, sticking my tongue into her as far as I could.Michelle alternated her movements on my cock between slow and fast, occasionally shifting her body so that she would press on a different side of my dick. Her breathing became very heavy,. Ilost control. I'm sorry Sir."BikerMan came lumbering down the hallway (which was only a few steps) andgrabbed me by my hair. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you are one dumbcunt? Do you need to be paper trained?"With that he pushed me down towards the floor where I kneeled in the pee.Then he pushed my face down into the pee and rubbed it around liketraining a puppy. It smeared my makeup and I could feel my eye shadowrubbing off.GorillaMan got there a moment later and handed BikerMan a towel. However no matter how far he travelled, all he saw to the future was more path and nothingness. Feeling what seemed like a chill running up and down his spine, the boy whisked around, fearful of danger. He found himself to have set his eyes on a twisted path. The walkway he was on had been rotating, as one empties the water from a wet face washer, so that bits of path were now cascading down to the nothingness like water, and soon disappearing into the nothingness.With mystification consuming.