Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 20:23:34 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dreams Without Guilt or Shame - part 3

When they finally reached the teachers area, Peggy Sue was beaming.  "You
know nice looking people like you should not be allowed to wear clothes
here.  You are much too cute and nice to look at to ever be wearing
anything at all.  You remind me of my father.  He looks better in just his
underwear than wearing anything more than that."

"Young lady, one day you will have the choice of joining a nudist colony.
In the meantime, learn to live without that privilege."  He had his key at
the teachers men's room.  Once unlocked, the door opened, and the light on,
Peggy Sue made a beeline for the 2 urinals.  Her teacher was checking the
contents of the makeup kit at one of the sinks.  She stood directly behind
one.  It seemed a little high up to her.  She looked all around them and
then started flushing them.  When one would finish flushing, she would
flush the other.

"Would you leave those contraptions alone?"

"Cut me some slack.  I've only seen these things in pictures, TV, and the
movies.  When am I going to see another one in real life again?"

"Just wait a minute, will you?  As soon as we are finished with this, you
will be able to see a naked man use one in real life, just like in the
locker rooms.  I'll need to go.  Now would you pick up the blanket off the
floor before one of us slips on it and kills oneself?"

He had her wipe off what he thought was too much eye liner.  He had been an
assistant director at college theater. Fabienne and other heavies in his
life had instructed him on their makeup secrets.  In the mirror, he showed
her how to apply the liner more subtly.  He showed her how to use a very
natural shade of eyeshadow lightly and use a shade that stood out more for
parties.  He recommended she use a brighter shade of lipstick, but not too
bright and wet looking.

When they were done, the teen with a blanket wrapped around her looked in
the mirror.  "Wow! If you were my boyfriend or husband, I would make it
your job to put on my face."

"Don't ever count on someone else to do something like that for you."

When the naked teacher stepped up to one of the urinals, his pupil stood
right by his side.  Several inches shorter, she made sure she adjusted
herself where she could peer into the gap of a few inches between him and
the rim of the plumbing, so she could position some observation of her
instructor clasping his dick with fingers of both his hands and the piss as
it streamed from his pee hole into the bowl sagging below.

He turned his face toward her and frowned.  "You're even worse than
Fabienne."

She giggled in response, not moving her eyes however, determined to deprive
him all privacy in a very personal function.  She watched carefully the
whole episode in male urination, including the last spurts of stream to
assure an empty bladder, his shaking off any remaining drops of discharge
as he flushed, his release of the organ as he pulled away.  She used one of
the stalls as he washed his hands.

They were both hungry and ate the reheated food greedily.  At her
prompting, he spoke of his own dreams to her.  He became wistful and almost
enthusiastic as he contemplated a scenario of happiness of what could be.

"I would want to be a big college nerd at a respected university, as much
as I love my students here."

"You are too sexy to be a nerd."

"Thank you, but I am a devoted nerd at heart.  It would mean being accepted
as a Phd. candidate, so I could be awarded a teaching fellowship.  I would
drown myself in the vision of Gottfried Liebniz and Issac Newton.  I would
teach college level calculus and acquaint myself with all its latest
applications.  But I fear the loves of my life like a former fashion model
turned marketing specialist and a PE instructor would never follow me and
love the rhythms of music that rock my world.  I would have to be the
attentive master of their sex lives to hold their attention in that kind of
rarified setting"

"Why not just go there and find a beautiful woman or super smart gay man
and listen to your math music with them?  You could be the masters of each
others sex lives."

"That 's very thoughtful.  He grasped at the arms and shoulders of the
burping teen only wrapped in a blanket and nudged her into his lap.  She
nodded affirmatively when he asked her if the food was appetizing.  "But I
fear the prospects for your suggestion might be dim.  I would not want to
be alone living a life of such cerebral richness."  He bent so that the
side of his face was flush with the teen's and rocked her at the shoulders.
"It is good to daydream constructively if we can develop a plan for our
dreams to become at least a little fulfilled.  It is not a bad idea to have
at least a little Walter Mitty with us."

"Walter who?"

"Never mind. . .  But what is this dream you have of watching others have
sex, especially men having gay sex?"

"Well you said I could watch you and Bruce fuck in your home room, didn't
you?"

"I will do my best to arrange an incident for that one time.  But how do
you think you will be able to watch any couples having sex on any regular
basis?"

He watched his naked student shift her eyes around as her mind reached to
conjure a plausible explanation for an unlikely social circumstance.  "Well
if sexy people in love feel that they can trust me .  .  .  "

"Sweetie, even if you find people who are into exhibiting their sexual
prowess to others, there are laws and rules about what can be revealed to
14 year old young women.  With all the prejudices and possible scrutiny
that younger gay men can incur, they will not assume the risks that I do,
no matter how much they come to trust and love you, lovable as you are.  I
am afraid you will need to defer that dream."

The naked teen bounded off the lap of her one night stand paramour.  She
sat down next to him not gently, but in a huff.  Her brow was furrowed and
eyes widened with a sensibility of genuine outrage with injustice.  "My
parents and people at this school tell me I am grown up enough to do all
sorts of things that they think we should do.  But whatever I want to do
and some of my friends want to do, NO!  They say we aren't old enough to do
those things."  Her sense of being wronged was so acute, that even tears
started to well up in her eyes.

The teacher tried to shift his speaking style to his soothing tone.  "Peggy
Sue, welcome to the world of double standards.  But I have to admit, it is
especially bad for people your age.  Teachers who teach your grades are
more sympathetic to the horseshit they shovel your way than you may think
they are.  But they are afraid that if they express any sympathy toward
you, you will take advantage of them for it."

"They're right! We will, . . . and we should."

The teacher looked at his pupil directly in the eye and continued in his
quieter tone.  He gripped her by the shoulders but realized her ornery mood
would not allow him to coax her back into his lap.  "We all have to cope
with indignities in life.  We do that best with the love and support of
family and friends, and if we are lucky, the sex we share with lovers.  I
want to tell you the rest of the story about what happened between the
young guests of Bruce and myself.

"Carlson and Chuckie came out of the bathroom after their showers still
drying off with their towels.  They were gracious with the compliments we
gave them for their little showtime exhibition as they returned to the sofa
and for a minute or so to organize the clothes they had so brazenly
divested themselves from less than an hour earlier.  But as we returned to
conversation about the athletic programs at the school or some other boring
trifle, they wrapped their nude selves into each other and wound themselves
hugging and kissing into the most affectionate cuddle bunnies I have ever
seen.

"Now mind you, I had always thought I had been a regular honey pot of sweet
good lovings to the women in my life from Fabienne on back.  But this 30
something was put to shame by a couple of buck naked young dudes roughly
1/2 my age.  I called Fabienne the next day to tell her about what had so
impressed me that evening so as to get through the guilt of realizing I had
not been loving enough for both of us.  She reminded me that I should
always remember that I can learn important lessons from almost anyone.
Both Bruce and I were very affected by what we saw."

"What were some of things they did?"

"They would switch off having one clinging with his arms wrapped around the
other in a tight hug, his head against the other's chest as if listening to
his heart beat.  The young one being clung to would caress his partner all
about his head, face, neck, shoulders, and back ~ lots of warm pressed
embraces, soft kisses, looks and coos of genuine endearments.  Those kids
can show each other real love.  Sure, they got each other hard, but they
would grip little strokes of lover's arousal for affectionate
encouragements more than any sexual intention.  It was the way they would
move against each other.  The toned bodies of young skin and muscle were
like subjects for compelling photographic artistic studies of male nudes."

All the talk of love and affection had softened the naked student's mood.
She had climbed back on to her teacher's lap and prompted one of his hands
to softly stroke her tits and tummy.  "It sounds like that must have been
something dreamy to watch."

"Yes, Peggy Sue, this is the sort of love you should dream for yourself.
We all need to work very hard to make those dreams happen for ourselves.
This is the way these 2 cope in a world that can erupt into brutal
hostilities.  They carry what so many would regard as a terrible secret.
They deflect the visions of horrible reprisals by nurturing each other with
all this intense warmth and physical closeness.  For the time being, they
have succeeded to earn reputations of good citizenship from school
administration, teachers, and their peers among the students."

As a naked couple in a seeming mis-matched one night stand, the teen hugged
hard into the warm torso of her somewhat older lover.  He responded by
rocking the young woman and kissing the top of her head with noisy sucking
smooches, patting it with enough energy as if to try to pass the warmth of
his hands into her cranium.  "I would like you to love me that way."

The teacher switched to his quieter tone again.  "Peggy Sue, I am your
algebra teacher.  After tonight, outside of an agreement to exhibit myself
to you on one occasion, I cannot be your lover or partner in sex and
intimacy in any way.  I am not going to bust through your cherry and take
your virginity tonight.  I will do the best I can to be a valued friend to
you, but I need for you to be a friend to me by being a diligent student.
I know you need so much more.  I want you to pay attention so we can start
to devise a plan where you can find that love and affection, and yes, later
some pleasurable safe sex."

"I won't be able to find anyone to love me that way."

"Hey! Hey!  I don't want to hear that from you.  You have too much going
for you to underestimate yourself.  You are very bright, sensitive, kind,
and I just showed you how attractive you can make yourself.  Now you are
going to need to be a good judge of character.  You should find a mature
boy who is comfortable with his own needs for heavy duty loving.  You will
both be very turned on by each other but don't pressure each other into
situations that could create disappointment.  Be relaxed and interested in
good humor about how you acheive orgasms."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Take it in stride when you relate to each other about your masturbation
experiences.  You don't necessecarily have to be there.  If you provide him
a relaxed and safe place to open up, believe me, telling you how and when
he beats off will be one of his favorite things to talk to you about."

The teen's face lit up.  "That's right.  Be interested.  If you show him
that is something you enjoy about him and are demonstrative in your
affections, he will come back doing what he can to smother you with love.
Show him how, but make sure that doesn't make him feel entitled about how
you 'put out' Make sure he knows you are in charge, there.  .  .  .  Now
you are not going to be able relate to any boy like this right away.  What
is your relationship with your parents like?"

"My mother is someone who thinks I should do things she asks me and I obey
her rules.  Dad I think wants me to be happy, but he wishes I was still a
little girl."

"You are always going to have some little girl in you.  You said something
about his hanging out in his underwear.  If he is relaxing in the house
that way, don't be afraid to climb up in his lap then and be insistent that
you need his affection."

At first the teen giggled, but then she looked up at her teacher with the
most serious expression of the evening.  "If we were not sitting here naked
tonight, I would not tell you this.  My Dad jerks off in the shower and he
is noisy about it.  Mom admitted to me that he does not get enough sex from
her.  If I sit on his lap, I think I might cause him to grow a boner."

"Peggy Sue, I do not mean to be rude, but even if your parents are fucking
like rabbits, your Dad would be just as inclined or not to spring a boner.
Boners are more an involuntary neurological thing than anything else.  It
may never happen, but if it does, show him you understand by not saying
anything but just hug him.  You are glad that your Dad is a healthy man and
show him that makes you happy.  With smiles and kisses let him know that he
has nothing to be embarrassed about with you.  He will get that your love
for him is unconditional.  I think you have the potential for a lasting
bond of intimacy that could do you both good."

"Ewwww, my parents fucking like rabbits.  I so don't need that picture.
But at the same time, if it really happened, I think I would sleep feeling
happier and safer in my bed at night."

"That is your need for the bonds of love among the people you love to be
strong and projected to you.  If your mother sees the bond that is growing
between you and your dad, she may be attracted to the affection she sees
and becomes more loving toward you too.  You might be surprised at how your
relationship with her turns around.  These are your parents Peggy Sue.  As
you are getting older, their expectations for your assumption of more
responsibility increases.  But you still need them.  That doesn't change.
They are making more demands on you as you get older.  Make demands on them
in their parental roles to shower you with love.  If they are making claims
that they are approachable about all your issues, then hold them to them.
If your initiatives in insisting on closer bonds in your family work out,
than those successes can be very empowering to you.  You will find that you
are building new abilities to translate your dreams into workable
realities.  Your parents will know that you were the source of an overall
improvement in your home and they will be very proud of you."

"But I want sex.  I don't want to just love the man I have sex with.  But I
want to love people who make each other happy for the good sex they enjoy."

"Of course you do.  And you want to cultivate friendships with broad minded
people who, like you, celebrate the passionate fun side of human
experience.  If you can start to build close relationships with your
parents, don't be afraid to tell them about your sexual urge and how it
affects your opinion of people.  Ask them about their feelings when they
were your age."

"Early this morning Dad saw me naked for the first time in I don't know how
long.  He calls me beautiful and gorgeous."

"Smart man!  He loves you so much and you should tap into it.  Those kinds
of personal issues about privacy within families are very different in
homes.  I suppose in your house, it would not be very appropriate if you
encountered your father nude, huh?"

The teen responded with a sideways curled mouth incredulous look.  "With my
Mom, are you kidding?  Do you think I should be able to?"

"I would not press the issue.  If the 3 of you become relaxed and very
supportive, barriers like that might melt away, but don't count on it.  I
come from a prudish home, but when Fabienne still goes to visit her
parents, she can talk to either one of them in their bedroom as they are
taking off their clothes to take a shower or bath.  All the wide open
policy nearly came to an end when she was just a couple of years older than
you are.  Her 2 older brothers broke a lamp in their dining room when they
were both chasing each other naked as jay birds in a towel snapping fight.
She stepped right up to her father and took full responsibility.  She told
him she had taunted them and egged them on.  They were grounded for weeks,
but she could not stand the idea of them not being able to look at each
other in just their undies or stripped down nekkid.  Now the 3 of them plus
their 2 wives are thick as thieves."

The teen sighed.

"I know kid.  You want that kind of intimacy for yourself.  You need to
dream on it.  Start reaching out to your parents for affection, especially
your father.  Start flirting with boys you are attracted to who you think
might treat you well."  He grabbed hold of the makeup kit again.  "Come
back to our teachers' guy room with me before we get ready to go back and
get dressed."

He led her into a stall and gently led her to seat herself on the toilet
seat.  "Now my little goddess, it is not just your sweet pair that will
appeal to boys."

She thrust herself to the front of the seat with her legs wide open.  "They
will want to get at my pussy.  Do you think I should get waxed?"

"That 's up to you my little goddess friend.  But I will just tell you from
what I can see, you look awful sweet just the way you are."

She slid further back on the toilet seat.  "When my dad saw me this
morning, I was sitting on the pot in our bathroom just the way I am sitting
now.  I started to pee and I guess he was just being polite or something,
because he closed the bathroom door.  I wished he had watched me the whole
time even after I stopped."  The naked teen started to pee now.  "Please
watch me do this.  It makes me feel sexy."

The naked man stood above her and watched intently.  She in turn enjoyed
watching her partner's length of appealing handsome man organ twitch
involuntarily in response to a spectacle with erotic overtones.  When
through, she reached for a swatch of toilet paper, but he moved her hand
aside and pulled segments of the roll off himself.  He crouched down and
took the bunched segments of the soft roll clutched in his fingers and
instead of wiping along her nether lips about the opening of her tiny pee
hole, he patted the soft paper about to gently absorb any excess liquid.
He dropped the damp bunch into the bowl, reached to flush, and moved his
head into the zone of recent urination.

"Oh yes, kiss and lick me down there.  Show me how much you enjoyed
watching me pee."  The acoustics in the room full of plumbing promoted
audible smacks by the older man's oral attentions to the teen's nascent
sex.  He lifted himself to briefly step to a sink to wash his hands.

"No doubt you will make some young man very happy watching you pee before
long."

"Do you know what?  There are other people who could make me feel sexy and
I might make happy too.  Do you know Gigi Gardin?"

"Yeah, she was a pretty good student of mine.  She is in the 12th grade
now, isn't she?"

"Yes.  She is a sort of intern for the girls gym teachers in the fall so
she is often in the locker room when when the younger jr. varsity girls
come in after practice.  Even many of the boys know she has the hairiest
bush of any of the girls in school."

"No shit!?!"  The older naked man stepped back to the stall with his seated
student with a look of keen interest on his face.  "She's grown out a real
fluffed mat of beaver pelt, huh?"

"l'll say!  I don't think she has ever trimmed down there.  I think she is
always keeping an eye out for the girls who can't help themselves but get a
good look.  She comes up to me naked all the time real friendly.  She asks
me about our practice and the schedule of games.  Sometimes she has
recently showered and she is a little crouched so her towel can wipe
between her legs and I can really look to see how her pussy lips move and
and the long dark hairs shuffle around."

"You verbally paint an enchanting picture, Peggy Sue."

"What is even better, a couple of times she has asked me to walk to the
shower room with her.  She asks me questions from under the shower head
next to mine and I can see her lather up all that awesome pussy in a
scrubbed down shampoo.  Then I get to watch as she slowly moves to rinse
off just a little bit at a time."

"Unless she is a total tease, maybe this is someone you could enjoy some
close intimacy with, my little goddess ~ have an older girl mentor you."

"I don't have a cellphone to text her with.  But I was thinking maybe I
could drop little love notes into her locker.  I would just about kill to
watch her pee.  Then I would feel super sexy to have her watch me.  I would
love to stick my face into all that soft fur and just sniff real deep."

"Now be careful.  Don't be so forward.  She is there with you younger girls
because she wants to show off her developed woman stuff and see who among
you is admiring.  But she could be just a tease and a bitch.  If she is
actually propositioned, you could be the butt of fun for her and other
girls.  Instead, flirt with her in the locker room and other places at
school.  If she flirts back and ultimately makes a pass at you, great.
Soon you could be getting high by sniffing her to your heart's content.  If
she gets testy or starts to tease you in an unfriendly way, its over.
Ignore her."

"I thought this might mean I am a lesbian.  But you taught me that even if
Gigi and I were having sex, I could still look for boys who have a nice big
cock."

The naked teacher suddenly realized he was without a prop he wanted to use
with his student.  He went back to the sink and retrieved the makeup kit.
"Now young lady, let 's get a close look at what some young man or maybe
even Gigi will enjoy one day."  He was glad the mirror that accompanied the
kit was slightly magnified.  "Good! keep the legs wide open so that your
sweet lips down there part and you don't need to use your fingers much to
show off your cute little vagina. . . You have a nice little opening at
your maidenhead."

"My doctor showed me how I could do stretching exercises so that it would
be open enough to be able to use the 'pearls' during my periods."  The teen
suddenly realized her naked teacher may not be familiar with the finer
points of a younger girl's menstruation.  "That is a type of tampon for
girls like me who haven't had periods for many years. . . I was thinking
maybe if I continued to stretch my hymen, it would hardly be there anymore
and a nice man like you could fuck me with his big cock without making me
bleed.  But sometimes I think the drama would be more exciting.  I would
like to get a boy so horny, his big cock would come crashing through and
make me bleed and be sore."

"Peggy Sue that is going to depend in part on the boy you select.  There is
no reason you should not dream different dreams about how you lose it.  But
that is the point.  Once you lose it, you won't get it back.  Maybe you
ought to enjoy it while you have it.  You ought to use a compact mirror all
the time and use your fingers to explore all the beautiful woman parts down
there.  How does it feel to you when you touch and finger your hymen?  When
you are intimate with that special young man, make sure he has a pen light
so that he can explore all that breathtaking and beautiful detail for
himself.  What will it feel like when he touches your hymen?  Maybe you
could teach him to do those stretching exercises for you.  He would apply
just enough pressure where it felt good, but not too much to really hurt
you."

"That sounds just dreamy, but I want to be able to get a cock or fingers up
there so I can feel them moving inside of me.  That is the dreamiest of
all."  She pulled his head back toward her so she could kiss his small bald
spot.  "You touch my hymen and stretch me there.  .  .  Touch me all over
down there."

The teacher poked at the maidenhead membrane to see how much of the tip of
his forefinger he could slip through it.  She grasped the back of his head
so that he could start to lick and suck about her in completely relaxed
familiarity.  All the heated tingles reawakened and she delighted to all
the twinges of thick pleasure that were like shots of delicious heat to as
far as her scalp and toes.  He quickly had to adjust his crouching stance
because she directed a free hand evidently to pleasure his own bursting
extension of male ardor.  He stroked briskly without inhibition or
strategic consideration for a measured physiological experience.  Suction,
moving lips, and sweeps of tongue against a swollen young clitoris brought
her to the edge of a fevered loss of control.  It was the ripe odor of
fresh streaks of mannish sauce that careened her over into those spells of
quivering heat that bathed her in a cool fire of feminine bliss that
adsorbed every pore of nude super sensitive skin.  When she was restored to
a conventional sensibility, she slid herself off the toilet seat and on to
the warmth of her much older naked lover lying on the men's room floor.


"Peggy Sue, it is nearly 8:00.  We have to gather up our effects and depart
in a way that no one would ever know we were here.

Having flushed again and carefully washed away any traces of male emission,
the teen flushed one of the urinals one last time.  As they turned out the
light and he locked the door of the small restroom, she waved her final
goodbyes to the 2 plumbing fixtures designed to flush away wastes of just
the male of our species. "Bye! bye!"

*****************************

With the bag of empty oriental food containers and associated utensils,
make up kit, towels, keys, and the teen wrapped in the same blanket again,
they made their way 1/2 way across the building complex back to the nurses
station.  First they dressed.  As the teen bent over above the waist so
that her tits could fall into place comfortably into the cups of supporting
fabric aided by her teacher, he suffered a moment of loss for all the
special instances of intimacy he had shared with Fabienne and earlier
loves.  Her bra once again snapped into place, he kissed her shoulders and
gave her one last long hug.

The makeup kit back in its place, the little bed remade, all evidence of
lovemaking to be absconded by the odd couple, back in their clothes, it was
as if they had never thrown themselves into a brief torrid affair.  On the
way to the student's locker, "Peggy Sue, I am going to give you a pass on
tonight's assignment.  Work on the studies of your other classes.  But I
would like you to come to my workshop this Saturday afternoon."

It was raining as the teacher drove the teen the few blocks back to her
home.  The heat wave was breaking.  "Bruce."

"You have your own computer and your own passwords, right?  I will send you
an email about when I think I can arrange for that event.  Afterword, I
will tell him about how you watched us.  When I tell him what a sweet,
discrete, and funny fetish girl you are, he will be excited about what
happened.  But remember my friend, dream about that and all the more
important things in your life.  Most important of all, dream without guilt
or shame.  Then you will dream sweet dreams."

That night she dreamed she had won a prize at school and could be awarded
anything she wanted.  To honor her award, Gigi Gardin and other girls
kidnapped struggling 'Skip' Rodmann.  They overwhelmed him and he could not
keep them from stripping him naked.  They tied him to a somewhat larger bed
in the nurses station.  The bed had posts so that they could easily tie him
spread eagled with tight knots using silk scarves, one each at both of his
wrists and ankles.  The dreamer made sure the naked man in constraints
watched carefully as she stripped all her own clothes off.  As she fondled
the dick, nuts, and associated weed of the man tied down to the bed to make
certain he was in full arousal, Gigi Gardin was to one side urging her on.
When she looked back down at the defenseless naked man bound and helpless,
he suddenly assumed the face of her father.

"He should be made to follow through.  He must abide by his promises."
Gigi was adament sitting in a nurse's chair.  When next the dreamer looked
on her captive, he had the face of Bruce Sideways.

"You want fingers and hard throbbing cocks up there.  Now is your chance to
lose it."

Peggy Sue grabbed the hot pulsing cock and straddled herself over the
midsection of the bound spread eagled prisoner such that his firm but
pliant cockhead was pressed up against the stretching membrane of
maidenhead that obstructed entry to a yearning, but as yet to be
experienced tight little love hole.  He would struggle to break the
posture.  But she would always be able to follow and restore the flush
position of exercised body parts.  She looked directly into the eyes of
'Skip' Rodmann below her, shaking his head back and forth in serious
negation.

"Oh yes you must.  You must break through and take it."

**********************

All I Have To Do Is Dream
Roy Orbison / Everly Brothers
______


When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream
Dream, dream, dream
When I feel blue in the night
And I want you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream


I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I'm dreamin' my life away


I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream


I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream


Dream, dream, dream
Dream


But what is the outcome of all this?  Does the teacher keep his promise to
his student that she will be voyeur to him and his gay lover fucking?  If
so, are there other interesting developments from that event?  Is this
truly the end of physical intimacy between teacher and student at Saturday
afternoon sessions or otherwise?  Does she successfully develop an
affectionate relationship between her and her father?  If so, how far does
it go and what is he wearing if not just his underwear?  Does she find a
boyfriend with whom she enjoys any kind of sexual activity?  Does he
rupture her hymen?  Is she able to find couples, especially young gay men
who will exhibit acts of sexual intimacy to her?  Does she flirt with Gigi
Gardin and does this lead to a lesbian relationship with her?  Is she able
to enjoy special gratifications from her peeing fetish?


The answer to these and other questions are in the dreams of my readers.
OR, perhaps my readers would like a second chapter that reveals answers to
some of the questions.  Email me.


Sweet  dreams, all.