"If I were to ask anyone of the moms' they would all tell me that you joked about how much fun this will be. I'll tell you, in deadly earnest, I AM th... teacher and you WILL respect me. When we are in that ... classroom ... I am in charge."I shattered in that moment ... I was thirteen, crying and there was no help for it. My life had changed in a split second. The man on whose lap I sat, who hugged me when I fell, who taught me to swim, ride a bike, walk, climb trees, fish, shoot, protected me. She was surrounded immediately by a crowd of eager women asking, how was it? What was it like? Tasha just smiled, pulling another name out of the fishbowl. The cheer that went up when she announced the name of the next rider was music to her ears.She hadn't been wrong, though, about it being a long night. Up and down the stairs she went, leading nervous women in and bringing ecstatic women out. The change in them was incredible, and as the night wore on, and the women relaxed, the gathering. There were three "Human" homes and 12 "Centaur" homes arranged around a large common area. Waush Shaua and I had one of the "Human" homes. The home was empty. We had no furniture. Waush Shaua ordered a bedroom set, nursery set, and a dining table and chairs. The rest of the furniture would have to wait until we finished school. Anu said he would bring back a lot of "human" furniture in January.I called a meeting of the farm staff for the next morning. James Manfred, Jessica Moro, and Mat. She twisted and turned it, pushing her bottom closer to the hole until I could see the thick pen stick inside her rosy, puckered ass. She moved it, carefully, pushing in and out, until it disappeared almost all the way inside her, fucking herself fast and hard with her writing equipment.I gasped again, louder, spreading my legs finally wide enough to allow me good access to my steaming slit, thrusting my fingers mercilessly up into my cunt while my other hand pinched, patted and rubbed wildly.