Everyday.My grades in school weren't good. It was my mental health thatbothered me, which led to the fact I didn't pay much attention inschool and was...'t feeling like doing much for school. My mom tried tofind out what it was. She asked me. I told her that I don't know. ButI knew.She thought that counseling would help. She reached out to atherapist. As I declined to see one, after all, I wasn't crazy, theysend a questionnaire. I looked at it. There were also questions aboutgender identity. I. Again you stroke her mound this time you glance over at Mike and see him staring at you both as he massages the growing bulge in his trousers.Using your free hand you undo Sarah’s blouse as you kiss her neck, moaning louder now as you rub her pussy through her dampening panties she helps you pull the blouse open exposing her bare breasts, even you didn’t know she hadn’t put on a bra when she got ready, leaning down you suck on one of Sarah’s nipples eliciting another gasp. Forgetting Mike you. “I’ll do this,” said she and a mischievous smile curved her lips.“Ok.” I said and watched her as she fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. After unbuckling the belt, she opened the zipper of my pants. I mouthed an oh, when she felt around my hollow. “Hum-the beast is ready to burst out,” she said.I laughed and stepped out of my pants. She pulled my underwear down. My weapon sprang out, ready to ravish her. She stared at the shaft; it measured 7” in length. I held her about the shoulders and. .."Who's your boyfriend?"..."Where's your tits?"..."Where's her dick, you mean!"They were all talking and the teacher wasn't even trying to keep her class quiet. Trying to introduce myself or whatever was pretty pointless and that was the point, Ms. Patterson just wanted to display me in front of the class and it felt like punishment. I stood there for two or three minutes, listening to the stupid things they were saying, before she finally told me to take my seat again so we could get started.