He tried again, still no admittance, still no penetration; but he had hurt me yet more, while my extreme love made me bear extreme pain, almost withou... a groan. At length, after repeated fruitless trials, he lay down panting by me, kissed my falling tears, and asked me tenderly “what was the meaning of so much complaining? and if I had not borne it better from other than I did from him?” I answered, with a simplicity framed to persuade, that he was the first mam that ever served me so. Truth is. He cleared his throat, coughed once more, and tried again."Ahhhhhhh," he said, drawing out the word experimentally. "There... I think I'm all better," he said. His voice was stronger, though the hoarseness remained."Are you all right?" Barbara asked."Yeah... the phone caught me by surprise when it rang," Steve explained. "I choked on a potato chip."They talked for a few minutes and then Barbara passed the phone to Lydia. Sometimes, even though Steve never asked, Barbara felt better if he had. Yummy! For the hell of it I repeated with my other breast.I slowly, casually walked through the other rooms, not finding much kinky to do but still getting off on just being naked. Well, except for the front room where the customers come. It has big windows, so I just stepped in and then quickly stepped out of it, just to be able to say I'd done it.Finally I got to the old two car garage, where the big walk in flower cooler took up one whole side. The other side had two big tables where we. Being all male they do not have much female contact which limits their natural urge to apply what they learn in sex ed.' Kelli face was turning red and she was starting to panic.'Before you start panicking I am not teaching the sex ed. class. This group is a preparatory class for students planning to go into medical studies. They are all high achievers and understand the confidentiality requirements of medical students. I mention this only to assure you that whatever happens in the classroom.