The music was a little louder now. Something with heavy bass and a fast tempo was playing. The two women didn’t see anyone until they were coming do...n the stairway. A large black man standing on the second floor stairwell looked up as the two of them walked down. Rachel instantly recognized him. He was Brian, the captain of the football team. A good dozen or more bulky men were loitering in the hall behind him.He gave them both a questioning stare. “The bathrooms downstairs were all full,”. “I’m sorry?” I said to her. “Why would it not be?” “Anna, please. I have known you for nearly forty years, and you have always been so full of life, so happy and carefree. I know when something isn’t right with you and something is definitely not right. So… what’s wrong?” I didn’t answer. I just sat and stared into my coffee. “Anna?” I looked up at her, my eyes wet and glistening. “I can’t tell you, Penny,” the edges of my mouth began to quiver, “I’m sorry, I just can’t.” “Anna… we have. Wank, wank, wank “Oh Dad I feel something strange, it’s like I want a wee” “It’s OK son, this is called masturbation but it is also called wanking off, tossing off, jerking and lots of other names, this is what you teacher was talking about.”“Dad oh! Oh” his knees started to buckle. Freddie felt his son’s prick grow a little fatter and he knew he was about to cum for the very first time in his little life. “Dad ahhhh” Freddie felt Billy’s prick pulsing in his fingers he looked and saw him spurt. Some of the kids came down to talk to me and I got rid of them as quickly as possible. Emma stayed in her seat, writing furiously as if transcribing notes. I hustled the last of the kids out telling them I had to give Emma a make-up quiz and physically walking them out the door of the lecture hall so I could watch them go and be sure we were alone. Then I closed the door and turned off the lights. The dark seemed our natural element. "Emma?" She finished her writing, put away her pen,.