” She was sounding a bit criticised, though I’d done my best. Her hair wasn’t layered it just stopped, and the fringe was surely all wrong for h...r round face. It looked like her wretched mother cut it in three minutes flat.“Well we could just ask. I thought girls are always changing their hair?” I sat next to her, arms and thighs touching.“Other girls are.”“It wouldn’t cost anything.”Faye didn’t speak. I put an arm round her, and she leaned into me at least.“She was one of my pupils,” I carried. I kept my head back for a few minutes anyway, but I made sure to give her some eye contact. For at least a few seconds, I looked right into her eyes again and saw the love.I licked my lips somewhat too, but of course, she got the message. She kept her hands on the base of my schlong and held it somewhat tight. After those few seconds when I watched her, I lied back again, but kept my hands on her head.I didn't pressure her head, but I didn't need to, though. She managed to pressure her lips a. I just can't make sense of it."I perused the text for a few moments, smiling to myself. Whenever he thought I wasn't looking, his eyes gravitated towards the magazine. I decided to lean closer to him so my cheek was almost touching his. He didn't flinch. "Oh dear, you must be in Dr. Turgin's class. I never liked this textbook. I prefer the one Dr. Diehl used to use. It explained things much better." I don't see how it could've explained things much worse."I laughed. "You have a point. She felt cheap and used. She never let him see her cry as she washed the sheets the next morning. He would come home and be gone again. This repeated for what felt like an eternity. With every change of the sheets, she lost part of her soul. Every tear that stained her shirt was a part of heart that broke. She felt like this was all she was good for. She was lonely. She craved the attention and affection of someone who was very much a man. She did not know who this man was but dreaming never.