“Please you’re splitting me apart,” I said as I continued to whimper “ouches” as he went deeper. "Please,” I begged. “It burns! It sti...gs.! Please, be gentle.”“I know it’s hurting. That’s normal. Just relax your butt.”“Please, I can’t take it,” I replied “Please!”Walter tried to encourage me. “You can take it. You’ve taken four inches up your ass so far. You need to take all eight inches up your ass. Don’t fight it. Relax your ass; take it all the way up your ass like a big girl.” . She was different. Angelina put her arms around my neck. My hands reflexively went to her waist. Her cheek pressed against mine. I could feel her breath in my ear. ‘Do you remember my graduation?’ she whispered. ‘I asked if you wanted to take me out to dinner. I was eighteen. You were my favourite teacher. I was no longer your student. You knew I liked you. And you liked me.’ I did like her, but it was in a platonic teacher-pupil way, I would not let myself be attracted to one of my students,. I did this about 4 or 5 times then thefeeling got so good that I couldn't stop and came all over the panties.Uh oh.... After that I could not just put the panties back in thedrawer. I figured well she had so many she would not miss one pair. SoI got dressed, straightened out her bed and took the panties back to myroom. I hid then in a box of old toys at the back of my closet. Laterthat night I got them out and jacked off 2 more times before I went tosleep. After that I would spend at least an. My mother lacked the finances to raise me all by herself, and abandoned me when I was an infant. I only remember a whole series of orphanages and foster homes. I never knew whether to use my mother’s last name, Galore, my father’s–Bond–or any of the half-billion foster-parent names I took over the years. And I never KNEW what love was until I met and married my William.’ Wendy’s smile suddenly turned to tears and loud sobs. ‘And now I find that once more, I was deluding myself. That rat bastard.