. exactly." He frowned."Girlfriend?"He looked at her. "She's at Music College in London. We knew we'd have to go our separate ways at the end of the s...mmer." He looked away, "I'm missing her..." Don't you write?" No. We ... thought it best to ... well, I'm really not good enough for her, and she's going to be really busy, you see. We're going to move in different worlds, Chrissie and I, so... " his voice trailed off uncertainly. "Ever since I first saw one of these ships, I wanted nothing more. I loved it and moaned in ecstacy. Pre cum was running out of my clit like a faucet had been turned on. Her hand and arm were so tiny it felt like I had a man’s cock inside me but better. Better because she had fingers with which she began stroking what I now know to be my prostrate. She held me in heaven like this for quite awhile. Just as I was about to cum, she grabbed hold of my whole prostrate and gently squeezed. This caused me to lose control and begin moaning and quivering and shooting. I stood there staring at her closed door. I felt humiliated. Now instead of being known for my brain, I was known for my penis and what I could do with it. My world was really screwed up. The next day was a Friday, and I was looking forward to not being at school for the following two days. When I arrived, I rushed to my first class and hoped I was not spotted by the hordes of, as my sister called them, sluts.I made it without being seen, but unfortunately, I beat Mr. Lambeth to class, so the. "Now play with yourself a bit. Rub that sweet pussy for me."I moved my hand slowly down my body and brought it between my legs where I wasn't surprised to see it was already wet. My finger slid in between my pussy lips and rubbed the wetness there. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I did this."You're wet, aren't you, slut?" he asked."Yes, Sir." I whispered."Good. Turn around."I turned around and showed him my ass as I continued to rub myself slowly."Nice ass. I will enjoy using it," he said. "Now.