She looked slightly flushed, and he realized she'd had a bit to drink herself. Her eyes smiled as they caught his, a hint of mischief in them."Mark," ...he said, in a low murmur, "do you remember that time ... in that class, when we were in the back of the theater?"Of course he remembered. He had been reliving it all evening. They'd had a class together -- introduction to dramatic arts or something like that. They had put on a Shakespeare play. What was it? He strained to recall. Yes -- All's. She’d never seen an adult cock before. It gave her a moment’s pause. It was a while, even, before she was outraged. She just stared at his long hard cock, thinking, wow, so that’s what they look like. Two round things were also hanging out of his pants. Those are his balls, she told herself. His cock was rock hard, weaving slightly as he moved around, bouncing and bobbing up and down. It looked so silly she almost laughed, but then she thought, shit, what if he tries to stick it in me, through. "A woman's form appears out of the surrounding glow, descending vaguely from above you. She's beautiful - the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. She's dressed in a simple toga like garment, with long auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and a beautiful figure barely hidden underneath her thin white robe. Her face is shapely, with sharp features. You can't look away. Every part of your body aches to stare."You've lived an average life, in my estimation," she continues, settling on the ground. She could imagine some boys shoving each other as they competed for the hottest girls, and the girls looking horrified as they were lined up! Then reality intruded again.“But the boys wouldn’t be doing this!” she objected indignantly. “They’re my friends, most of them. They don’t go round raping girls.”“They’d all encourage each other,” smiled Mr Fallows, “and do what their teacher told them and what nature intended.” He addressed the pretend class again: “Now boys, pull the leotards down the.