We had only been going for five minutes, when Catherine had another orgasm. We picked up the pace and her pussy flowed again. I always felt it when sh... released an orgasm, a stream would run down my balls, and hips. I felt such a sense of achievement every time she had an orgasm, and also she would call my name through her orgasms. Catherine may have made me feel like a ‘stupid’ boy before. But things changed and she was making me feel like the king of the world. I began to like Catherine, not. I was going to learn how to masturbate, here in this grimy washroom, because I wanted to ... do things with my teacher. A primal need in me had sprung forth, a side of me that I never even knew existed.I rubbed my outer lips for almost a full minute longer before I slowly slipped a finger inside myself. As soon as I did, my mouth became locked in an ‘O’ shape and I leaned back, closing my eyes and picturing Ms. Wagner.She would give me the most intense look, and bite her lower lip as she looked. You're quite a distraction, you know." He hunted around on his desk and found the file. Opening it, he laid out the agreements she needed to sign. "Why don't you come around to this side of the desk, and I'll show you where you need to sign each document." Shouldn't I read them first?"Another smile. "That's my job as your lawyer. They're fine. The insurance company dotted every 'I' and crossed every 'T', but the documents represent the final settlement we discussed."Carrie shrugged, stood and. Over the next few days, we went out – to the local, to see a film, or an exhibition at the Millennium Galleries; she wanted to visit Kelham Island industrial museum. A few times she went to visit old friends, but there weren't many left in the city; most were scattered all over the country, in a few cases, all over the world. Some were dead; I was shocked to hear a couple of her closest school friends, bright people with everything to live for, had committed suicide; a couple more dead thanks.