"I never felt more like a woman than right at that moment, and the feelingwent right down to the core of my being. That's when I knew that I wasn'tjus... dressing up as a woman, I was a woman. Greg and I left about ten. Heand I drove towards my house, stopping out front. I turned to face him,seeing his eyes alight with anticipation. He leaned over towards me, and Ileaned towards him. Our lips met, gently at first, then a bit harder, withmore urgency. Before things got out of hand, I opened the. I crave the warm touches of another loving human being. The days before the last day of classes for me passed slowly. For me, Winter Break started after, Bob's Psch 101 class, four days before Christmas Eve Day. Like most of the younger instructors at the college, Bob prefer being called by his first name rather than the more formal "Professor" or "Dr." Lately, I'd been having sexual fantasies involving him. I think every girl in his class were having sexual fantasies about him. He was. I have a kinky idea… I pull my tits up in my bustier enough to where my nipples are peeking out the top. From my purse, I pull the small bag from the sex store with clamps and I shorten the chain, clamping the metal clips to my nipples. I feel like my clit is on fire as I feel my nipples stimulated so suddenly. I hear a knock at the door and I freeze. “Everything alright, Jamie?” the cute girl calls. I reply, “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks for checking!” I hear her check with the girl in the next stall. My Mom didn't, even though she was born in this country, arriving when she was 3, but I didn't know that my father was the reason. That might account for the fact that it turned me on as well. Used to, and still did. I wasn't the only one because my friend Tony Lanni admitted to me once that he thought Gene Savoca was an idiot and besides, he used to masturbate thinking about my Mom and her armpits. Join the club, I could have told him.Anyway, this moron Gene Savoca, who didn't like me any more.