When I woke up a few hours later, I showered, and put on a pair of tights and a long shirt. I had almost stopped wearing a bra except for work, and wh...n I wore tights, I didn’t wear panties. I thought seeing a panty line under the tights was tacky, and if I wanted someone to look at my ass, I didn’t want a panty line obstructing the view. I arrived to class and did my usual flirting with the professor and some of the students, before I sat down. I had come to love the feeling of people staring. I turn and say “She always looks good!” and look at Tommy who I notice is watching my stroking hand. He almost giggles.He exclaims without hesitating, “You're going to do it, aren't you?”I realize the whole situation has gone beyond anything my teen brain can handle and my hormones are starting to demand an end to the tease. “I. . . ah. . . ” I stop moving my cock and say “It's a habit. . . I guess. . . I'm used to doing it when I see her. . . . ” I decide it's time to be straightforward “. . .. It’s not the greatest but satisfactory.”“What do you want? You’re paying for the beer and about five more minutes of my time, and then I’m jetting, so speak up.”“Ok, I’ll get right down to it. I’m the Captain of the Seward’s Folly”“No!” he interrupted me “Nope, no way. I won’t have anything to do with you. I don’t care what you’re offering. I’m not interested.”As he stood to leave, I asked, “Why? At least tell me why?”“Look mate, I won’t have anything to do with somebody who loses his ship to a. He jumped when Petunia began coating his head with a cold lotion. The lotion gets warmer and his scalp begins tingling. He yelps into the squishy yet solid foam as the untrimmed pubic hair is removed from his underside. Tears and snot drip from his face as they finish removing the hair from his body. His skin felt burning and numb at the same time. Petunia took a rag and started rubbing the lotion away from his scalp. “Oh look at that,” she says holding the rag for Carl to see. It was covered.