My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy, the same way I had when I went on the rides at the carnival for the first time. My face felt hot and ... never wanted that feeling to stop. But then the bell went, calling us back in to class. I was crestfallen. I wanted to be on that swing for the rest of my days. Everyone started heading back to class and I watched as he stood up. I had started to drag my feet on the ground with each pass to slow myself down and that was when for the first time. As I passed his room, on my way to my own, I heard him call my name.I though, 'Oh, he's checking to see if it's me he hears, I'll pop in on pop and confirm that I came back for a second.' I opened his bedroom door. There he is, rampant. He was masturbating. He was calling my name. He was cumming. A stunning moment in a girl's life, believe me. I wasn't offended, but I was surprised. I wasn't startled by the sight, but I was – uh . . . agog. I stared, I have a mental photograph of the. It wasn’t a lack of stimulation–his fingers couldn’t stop working pre-cum and saliva into his skin as he stroked and stroked (and where had the saliva come from? He tried to remember, but every time he chased down a train of thought, his hand slid back up around the tip of his cock and another surge of pleasure pushed it away.) He knew he should be able to cum–hell, he’d never thought he’d see a day when just looking at his secretary Mona’s heavy, full, double-D-cup tits wouldn’t pop his rocks. As I became more comfortable with her I started to probe the defenses of the young bride."You and the reverend don't want to have babies Miriam?" I asked innocently after a half hour of work."What... what did you say?" she demanded, startled away from the flickering screen."Well, I don't know... you've been married quite a while... I thought maybe it was against your beliefs or something..." I stammered."We're Christians Jimmy, not some weirdos, of course we want children." Oh good, I thought.