.." What about her, Hank? Why not Lena?" I froze. Mom was asking Dad about sleeping with me."Are you crazy?" Just concerned, my darling. Haven't you n...ticed that she has practically no social life? She loves you Hank, I can see that from her face. Maybe even she doesn't know it, but I bet she thinks of you everytime she goes out - and that probably explains why no one has ever got to first base with her. She adores you, Hank, and you know it. I can sense the love in the air when the two of you. We didn't like to advertise our relationship during class.I held open the door for Heather. One of my male students almost trampled her as he raced in and darted to his seat. I shook my head at him. I wished I only taught girls. That would be wonderful. Then the entire class could have delicious orgies, all worshiping my new futa-cock.But I didn't wish that from the futa-fairy. Only a cock and the ability to fuck my female students. There were so many favorites of mine. I preferred the freshman. He hid his brown curly hair under his baseball cap. He still wore braces and I knew once they came off he'd be a real ladies man. He had a great smile even with the braces. He talked kind of low that you'd have to pay real close attention to hear what he said, but I loved that about him.I prayed that Alma never found out how much I liked her twin brother. She would tell everyone and make fun of me every chance she had. I was supposed to be the one who didn't "believe" in falling in love.Sonia. I'd been out of town the next day, I told them, when her murder hit the headlines, so I hadn't realised she'd been killed. Very convenient, they said. I told them it wasn't until Janet had shown me the newspaper article that I'd connected the murder with Melons. A likely tale, they said.The police took me through it all, time and time again. They fingerprinted me and got the police surgeon to examine me. He took blood samples, which they hoped to match up with a spot of blood on a sheet and the.