To prove her point, Mum pushed Dean out of the way so she could stand. Still smiling wickedly, Mum turned around and kneeled on the table. Then, with ... daring expression, she pulled her buttocks apart. “It's all yours, lover, take me,” she said and wiggled her bum.I couldn't see Mum's expression now, but I did watch Dean take hold of the round disc protruding from her posterior and pull it slowly from her orifice. I heard a long drawn out groan as the large toy was removed. Then she squealed in. "I wonder where Mrs. Green is." Sally said."She was here." Paul said as he picked up a nine inch plastic doll inan old fashion dress from Mrs. Green's desk. "The doll even hasresemblance to our teacher." You know, she does." Missy agreed. "Best be careful with it. Maybe awitch really did turn her into a doll." Very funny," chuckled Ginger. "Her mother probably had it specially made for her as a birthday gift when she first became a teacher orsomething. We'd better take good care of it." Maybe. But the students and many of the faculty referred to it simply as FUN SEX. They had good reason to do so as the course instructor was Henry Hitherbottom whose previous course was Sexually Abnormal Social Systems ( acronym SASSY ) outlined primitive rituals from Aztec and Cretan sacrifice of virgins to Dionysian Saturnalia to the modern rituals of hazing college co-eds. Features in common included forced public nudity, humiliation and physical discipline of the buttock and genital areas. And by seeming coincidence, Lieutenant Hitchcock was just setting out on his own evening run as we went by. I was still new enough to the military that it was odd to me to greet an officer in a circumstance like that. No salute, no popping to attention. In time it becomes just a casual moment between professionals, but everything is intimidating to FNGs. “Sir,” we said in almost perfect unison. Hitchcock was a good looking guy. Sandy blonde hair, the long build of a swimmer, and an easy.