My feeling of pride in the dress vanished under the humiliation of having to change in front of the students. Worse came as I could not do the zip up ...nd Stephanie, a 16 year old student got up and zipped me up, laughing as she did so. Everyone seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. I looked at Mrs Lewis who eyed me up and down, then looking straight at me said, “I hope it won’t crease when you are being spanked.” The comment took only a second to sink in and as I looked around madly at the. Or a local butcher who grinds your burger while you watch. Twice a season the butcher features locally raised buffalo cut Native style. No bones. Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have buffalo ... or goat ... or emu ... and today was the day.Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have fresh smoked whitefish, salmon or lake trout, live clams or giant crayfish ... cooked to order ... on the spot.Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have yachties from out of state ... or out of country ... who spend. Do you think I ampretty? Would you let a boy go all the way with you?"It was hard for Carol to concentrate at the moment. "Damn Harriett cango off on tangents so quickly. How could any guy hope to keep up withthem much less ever understand them but I had better learn and quicklytoo," he thought. For the past several weeks he had gotten to know Harriett and some ofthe other girls and their frank talk about boys scared and surprisedhim. They were worse than the guys ever were. He had some. We both past out pretty soon after getting into bed, I don't remember getting into bed, but when I woke up, I was aware that I had nothing on. As I opened my eyes, I felt a hand on my hand. When I went to pull my hand away, I looked over to find a smiling John pulling my hand onto his raging hard cock. My first instinct was to pull it away, but when my hand closed around the shaft, all I wanted to to was squeeze it and stroke it. So I did, I stroked it for a few minutes with a stupid grin.