Teaching like this was nigh impossible. I saw them as a grid of children, on their individual webcams. Sometimes, they stared at me, at times leaning ...orward, other times blankly, bored.I tried to get to know them, to read their body language, to see who was getting the lesson and who was lost. Take Brandon, the boy with such haunted dark eyes, head tilted forward, watching. As a second-grader, he had already been in three different schools as he bounced from home to home. His father was in. Life was going fine. Our Grand mom, she is older.One day father talked with mom that he is going to Canada for work. Mom said what about k**s we have to take then with us.Father said what about my mom? She will be left alone.Father talked with his mother about going to Canada.Grandmother , she did not like the idea. Gmom said you can go to where u want to go but leave k**s here with me. But mom it be hard on you with k**s here dad said.She will not agree for the k**s to take with them. We, Me. Then, Randhir glossed her thigh with oil and slipped his hand in her groin area. His fingers dipped deep into her pussy parting the tight lips and perky small bush. She was not wearing panty. Randhir was pushing his finger in and out. The atmosphere was sensual. He placed her legs on his lap and parted it fully opening her skirt above her waist.The too and fro motion become vigorous as the lubrication increase with Nandita’s will. She was sweating on that cold morning heavenly. Randhir freed. I was also teaching a survey course poetry at Crane Community College to pay the bills, and that's where I met Emma. It was a summer session, a small class of maybe 20 students in a funny kind of miniature lecture hall, a semester's worth of work crammed into six weeks, and I was just there as temporary help—an adjunct instructor—because none of the real faculty wanted to waste their summers teaching kids who were just trying to blow their way through a survey course. Emma was a returning.