My English teacher was a former actor in Shakespearian Theater that would often quote the famous bard in his everyday conversation. I thought he was h...larious and sexy with his low deep voice and his roving fingers. He had pretty much investigated all my secret areas of sexual interest and knew my exterior geography as well as his own. I suspected he was a bit of a “perv” because he kept calling me “little girl” every time he had his cold fingers up in my snatch or even buried in my bottom. .... ************************************************ I am on automatic pilot as I seduce him. Textbook moves – the lascivious glances at his lips as I lean in closer, the quick flutters of my blood red nails across his forearm. Prey for the predator. He doesn’t really stand a chance. Captive to my feminine charms. Feeling your eyes boring right to the core of me. It has worked. He leans in for a kiss and I encourage it. It is a brash kiss, a kiss of inexperience and as my tongue works against. Something had subconsciously popped into my mind, and as I splashed some water of my face, I attempted to remember what it was. What involuntary vision was I having that had put me on the verge of such an earth-shattering climax? As I replayed it in my mind, I realized the vision I had was of my son kissing a woman as she slowly caressed his erect penis… coaxing him towards his first orgasm not caused by his own hand. And the woman in my vision, the woman who was giving my young son his first. She realized she had to be on her way to stick to her ambitious schedule.She turned to her mother and Mandy.The tiny cubbyhole was the official office of Camp Shackleton's senior ranking CS officer. As Samantha was the only CS officer, even if she was only a cadet, that made her by default the senior ranking CS officer, and that little fact meant she was the only 13-year-old on all of Thule with her own office.Her mother and aunt were with her, babysitting the unassigned concubines' children.