If you must know ... I have a crush on one of my teachers, and I'm not interested in anyone else! That's the only reason I dress like I do!"She didn't...need to say that he was the teacher, because they both knew that's what she meant.She thought, What a kick! What a total rush! This is what I call truly living! I'm on the verge of cumming from the hair on my head to the tips of my toes, and he hasn't even started the spanking yet! It's a good thing we're not trying this at lunch, because the. With my parents gone, I occupied their shower, which consisted of more room, and a small bench which was used when the shower became a sauna. As I became entrenched with water, my mind drifted back to Marissa. God, how beautiful she was. If she only knew how much I just wanted to spend time with her, and make her feel like a queen. Oddly enough, I almost never thought of her in a sexual manner as I did my other girl-friends, and other hot girls in the school. She wasn’t a girl I’d fuck, she was. Jeri excused herself to use the bathroom, taking her bag with her.“What is THAT?” I asked when she came out.“My bodice!” she giggled. “How can we have a ‘Bodice Ripper’ if I don’t have a bodice for you to rip off?”“You and your romance novels!” I grinned.“So, are you ready to plunge your throbbing manhood into my volcanic depths?” she said with a coquettish smile.“I thought we agreed no corny ‘Romance Novel’ lines.”“That was last time! I can be as earthy as you want! Are you ready to stick your. By the time the second struck, the pain from the first was just starting to build. And after the third, I quite frankly lost count. Silly for someone so proficient at math.I've tried to count them once or twice. It just can't be done. I stand, naked, in the bathroom with my back to the big mirror and look in a hand mirror back over my shoulder and try to figure it out, but it's impossible. They get all jumbled. The scars, I mean. One ends where another begins. Is that scar from one blow? No,.