He strained everymuscle as he pushed 14 carts inside and checked the full coffee pots. Withnot a sign of a customer, Joe was sent home early with a sm...le on his face.Joe felt some relief as he came home and found his sister Emily was still atschool and his parents still at work. Slipping into the bathroom, he peeledoff the sweat-stained uniform from his hairless body and got into a tub."Much better," he muttered as he finished scrubbing up. Once done, he went to his sister's room with a wig. At times I've wondered if there was something wrong with me. That was part of what came up in therapy. The therapist ended up hitting on me. Then, I found out later, he'd not kept my confidence. I sicced the lawyers on everybody.I ramble. I'm sorry.The point is I am frustratingly sexual and really do feel it is impossible to act upon. I know some of my peers do not seem shy about acting on their desires, but if you notice, very few can transcend the stigma that attaches. Not if their artistic. She just had to lose her cherry soon or she was going to go crazy!And her friend, Diane, knew just how she felt --- at least Diane thought she did. Diane had never been fucked, either, but she knew from her own feelings and from watching and listening to Anita that fucking would be the best thing in the world. Sometimes Diane felt a little embarrassed at the things Anita said about fucking and the photographs she showed her, but usually she just tried to act grown up, and usually she ended up. Do that again.”“Here. Although, pleasant as this feels, incorruptible British schoolmasters would never rub their students like this.”“Yesss! Thanks. And the incorruptible schoolmaster doesn’t have a hardon?”“Not one that a decent young schoolgirl would notice.”“Says you. When I was a schoolgirl, we noticed lots of hardons.”“Not that a decent British schoolgirl would comment on. American schoolgirls’ giggles to the contrary notwithstanding. Besides, I was speaking of decent girls.”“Ouch! That.