" Who are you," the teacher asked, standing up from his desk. "I'm in the middle of a lesson!" Mark Glassner, Pussy Scout," I introduced myself. "I'm ...ooking for some nice, virgin cunts." The teacher spluttered in outrage and I just talked over him, "Teachers and students, you just sit quietly until I tell you otherwise or until I leave," I ordered. The teacher sat back down, blinking in surprise. "So, stand up if your a virgin."Five boys and seven girls stood up. I didn't mean for the boys to. Only talk, they lure some nudes (and I am careful, mind you) and they are gone. I end up visciously masturbating to porn, often multiple times.But then I found one. He was older, normal bulid, but I do not care much about how you look. He was dominant and started to message me about how he is going to take me to a local gay sauna and take me. Use me.Needles to say, I was hard...really HARD.He gave me directions, and well...we met. He was as advertised. Medium build, clean shaven, genuinely. The waves weren't too high today and the sea was quite calm. An old man walked by with one of those gadgets that could find coins and metal in the sand. He was intent on finding something and was unaware of her sitting there. She smiled at the old man. So content he was in his search of buried treasure she thought.She leaned back against her pillow now, which was leaned up against the huge rock and opened her book. Another Victorian bodice ripper, she thought to herself with a smile. She did. Ramya confirmed that the story was true and Krithi is a nice girl but she is depressed a lot in life. Ramya asked me to keep in touch with Krithi as she had nobody. I felt bad for Krithi and told her not to tell Krithi that we spoke about her. I did not want her to think that I doubted on her situation.I opened whatsapp, and messaged her that I felt sad for her. Chatted with Krithi casually for about an hour. Later I asked her whether we can meet up. She informed me that her so called husband.