My hand gripped the back of her chair as her palm rubbed up the zipper of my shorts. I looked at her and without looking at me she licked her lips. Th...n her hand gripped the bulge in my shorts. I almost shot my load then and there. Luckily, the session was over. Before I stood up I untucked my shirt so it would cover the bulge. When I stood, Amanda gave me a devilish smile. We held hands and went to the next session. The whole way across the campus, we talked, but neither of us mentioned what. A real man had made love to me and I had been fucked hard and had my first and second orgasm. I knew it was wrong to fuck a student, even and older one Jim’s age, but I just didn’t care. Now how did this all happen? It been years and I’ve wondered so myself. It was 1972 and I was a History Graduate Assistant at Northern Illinois University assigned to teach a fifteen person seminar every Wednesday. Now NIU was the pot smoking, draft dodging, and hippie college capital of Illinois. In the class. I tried my key but it wouldn’t work. Someone had changed the locks while I was out! I saw aunt Gamina’s car in the driveway, and knew she had to be home. I stood there banging on the door for half an hour and saw her inside, smiling wickedly. She was home alright and she’d seen me but she wouldn’t open the door. Filled with rage, I went to get a big rock and smashed a window. I went inside, ran up the stairs and confronted the evil bitch. As I approached her, she did her best impersonation of a. " I feel here pulling my socks and shoes off and puttingnew socks and new shoes on me. I look down and they are the most babyishlooking girly shoes and socks you ever seen.After I see the new shoes and socks, I look in the mirror seeing myselfin the new outfit and I realize I look like a baby girl. "Mom look at meI look like a baby and a baby girl at that." Stop you're whining or I'll get you a new diaper to wear." I shut upinstantly when I am threatened with a diaper again. "You are so.