I said that this was getting too personal, so I went home. I had an idea.My grandma had the flu and my mom was staying overnight with her. I knew we c...uld work that night. I went to dad and mentioned Julia's problem. "I think that it would be neat if we built her a stool so she could sit down during class." I knew that Julia would not teach from behind the big wooden desk. It wasn't her style.Dad was a take charge kind of guy. He fished out one of his furniture books, sketched out a plan. He. I promised to reduce him to a sweaty, leaky, quivering, begging mess of a man. I warned him that I planned to make it difficult – that I was going to truly challenge him, just to see how much he could handle – to prove, once and for all, that his body could physically endure so much more than his mind ever imagined.When we started six weeks ago, we had an honest, open conversation about what was about to happen – what we were about to do. We discussed our limits and set a safe word. We agreed. She handed the diary to them and put her arms around them one on either side resting her hand on their waists and asked them to show her where their favourite football teams came from. They did so and she stroked their torsos up and down as far as she could reach. She and I could both see the erections in their football shorts that they just could not hide. The paleness of her skin was even more accentuated as she sat between the two athletic sun tanned Spaniards. Then she said, “I think we. A cold shiver went through me because of the analogy he had used, and it was as if he was a mind reader.After a pause, he resumed. “Would I like to go bed with you…? Fuck yeah, big time. From the first time I saw you. You really appeal to me. The first two times I met you I thought you were prissy and stuck-up. I only realized what you were all about at the last party and I’m very attracted to you. Tonight… it’s about us getting to know one another and that’s all. Please hear me out fully and.