Chachi: Pumping? What is this pumping? I wanted to take full opportunity of her innocence so I replied.Me: Actually chachi there is a device called br...ast pump. It pumps out the excess milk from breast or if you want to collect the milk for your child and store it. You have to keep the pump’s mouth on your nipple and just pump it and milk starts falling in the bottle attached with the pump.I was gesturing all the actions with my hand while I was explaining it to her.Chachi: I see that you have. .. to make another baby...”Mom didn’t clarify that—she was pretty upset—but I soon got a full run-down on the situation. At the start of the 9th grade, my beautiful teacher—the widowed Mrs. Amanda Blaylock—took me aside for a private meeting after school. I felt a little awkward about that; although I had only just entered her class.I had seen her around the school before, and—when I first discovered masturbation a year before—she figured prominently in my fantasies. 42 years old, with a pretty. . "Ann knows how to have fun, doesn't she?" Carla whispered in her ear, her tanned hands starting to massage Jess' shoulders. "Gosh, are you nervous or what?" The studio girl started to massage her back, relaxing the tense teen. "Good isn't it?" Yes, I think I'm sorely in need of a massage." Jess saw Mark's hand resting at Ann's legs, moving on her soft skin. A shiver ran through her spine."You know what is your problem?" Tension. All this stress is eating me." Mark's hands were already. I was not sure who had chosen whom, but I wasn't going to argue. I pulled her to me to kiss her, and she gave me a quick peck, before jumping up."Hurry, they're waiting on you in the Dining Car!" she exclaimed.Her words sobered me quickly. They must have reached a verdict.I dragged myself from the bed. I was still in the clothes I had fallen asleep in. I'd need to change before we went to meet the architects. I made a quick stop in Ileana's bathroom before following her back towards the Dining.