I was not able to figure out the reason why they go to first bench for her class and stay at the last bench during other class hours. I asked my frien... and he said you do not want to know about it and also made fun of me stating that I am a kid and knows nothing. I got furious and badly wanted to know the reason. I began to watch their activities during biology class hours and wanted to find the reason myself. So, this time I moved to second bench and was eaves dropping. I know that it is not. I’ve never been with a woman, yet she is my one fantasy. As I lay back on the bed, I picture her, her shapely legs, her nylon stockings, her breasts encased in her lace bra, her suit, in my imagination she unbuttons her blouse, her nipples standing hard in her white lace bra. I pull my skirt up, my hand touches my crotch, my pantyhose feel damp to my touch, my panties have slipped inside my wet pussy. I rub my finger along the line of my labia, they feel open and welcoming to my touch. She. "Good day and congratulations on surviving the disaster." President David Manning, told the French President. There was a moment of silence as a translation was done."Thank you Mr. President. It pleases me that you too survived. However, I am disturbed and troubled. I have received news from our astronaut aboard the space station that you ordered all our satellites destroyed. Is this true?" Asked the French President."Of course it's true. Did you expect me to leave you anything in space with. ." I pouted some, slightly exaggerating it. He still reacted though. I thought he'd be more indifferent. "Really, I'm sorry." "That's okay. You sure you don't remember me? I did look a little different then..." I slid back to my male voice some through the middle of the sentence. That's something I didn't mention. I've gotten pretty good at controlling it. Melanie Ann's lessons helped a bit. We also have quite a bit of natural musical talent in our family, and I sing a lot by myself in the car..