Then we’d had an especially sadistic teacher taking the morning classes. His name, shall we say, was Kenneth D’Costa. Some people absolutely do no... deserve to be teachers, in fact should not be permitted to be in the same room as anyone of school age. I’m not talking about paedophiles. I’m talking about sociopaths who get a thrill out of tormenting vulnerable children and teenagers, making life miserable for them, and dealing out emotional torment drop by drop, all day, every day. Everyone. "I'm with you because I love you. I love everything about you, Jesse.Even Jessica."When they talked about their fantasies, he realized how his were muchmore fantastic than hers. She secretly desired possible things, likehaving sex so discreetly and quietly on a park bench that the people whoshouted, "Get a room!" at them didn't even realize it was way beyond thatpoint. There were only two that he couldn't fulfill: Firstly, she wantedto have sex at Machu Pichu. Secondly, she really got turned on. Donna grabbed my arm and attempted to slide behind me, as I reached out to instinctively grab her.“Jesus!” I exclaimed as we both broke out laughing.“He almost made me pee in my panties,” Donna remarked. She paused and quickly added, “Only I forgot to wear my panties.”I politely scolded her.Donna grabbed my hand and placed my hand on her bare ass, under the shortened hemline of her nurse outfit.“Jesus!” I declared. Donna giggled.“Don’t tell me you are embarrassed,” Donna retorted.“Not in the. She knew what she wanted to say, but she lacked the words to express herself fully. She needed to do this. She wanted to do this. It wasn’t the plan that she needed, it was the experience. Sure, she could get her experiences without taking things to this level, but it gave her a framework, a goal, something to focus on while she experimented and experienced everything she could think of sexually. This wasn’t something she needed to do per se, but it was something she wanted, something she felt.