I hugged him so tight for saying that. I was sitting on his lap and could feel his cock growing again. He started playing with my nipples and I was ge...ting wet. He started talking to me about squirting. I explained it wasn’t every time I came, but definitely for the ‘big ones’. He asked if I masturbated. That was embarrassing as hell. I finally admitted that I did. He wanted to know if I squirted when I masturbated. I said it was the same as being fucked; for the big ones. He was rubbing his. Well after a while one of my sisters sons asked me to dance with him, he was about 15 or 16 maybe younger i think, the only place was in a darker part of the room, we danced a couple of “normal” dances and then a slow one was played, he held me close and i felt his hand on my bottom i didn’t do anything about it and as we danced close i felt a hard lump pushing against me.it was obvious he was getting an hard on as he was fondling my ass a little harder now, i didnt know if i should say or do. " She proddedmy caged genitals with the toe of her boot. "So many problems solved atsuch an insignificant cost."I wanted to tell her that the "insignificant cost" she was talking aboutwas nothing less than my identity, my manhood; but I knew without sayinga word, without her saying a word what her answer to that argument wouldbe. After all, what manhood did I have left at this point? I saw myself as Diana must see me at that moment. I was wearing aflowered sundress under a frilly pink apron. Although the tingling between Kit’s legs seemed to grow with every passing second, indeed it would get stronger every time she glanced at Mr Connors. When the bell rang to signal end of period, all the students hurriedly packed up their gear and headed for the door. All except Rachael who headed instead for Mr Connors long, enclosed, work bench at the front of the classroom. Kit dawdled along at the back of the line of students vacating the room and as she drew closer to the door Mr Connors eye.