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From the beginning, I’ve been a sucker for big nipples. No wonder she sneered at us as we ogled and giggled. No doubt she was irritated by the older boys wolf whistling behind her back. It must have been hard to be the only woman with any sex appeal at a Catholic boys’ school. Most of the other teachers were men and the few women were older and much less attractive. No wonder Jenny Christie featured in my dreams. The sex ed book that Mum gave me said that masturbating was normal. But in Religion class, Father Shane told us that “touching yourself” is a sin. I asked Mum about it one night and she got all embarrassed and mumbled something about never having any problem adhering to Church doctrine in that regard. “But I know it’s more difficult for teenage boys. If your father was here . . .” her voice trailed off as it often did when she talked about my father. He was an alcoholic who we ran away from when I was two years old. He died a few years later and I never got to know him. It was news to me now that he was an expert on masturbation. Then she caught me off guard. “Do you have wet dreams, Andy?” I admitted, sheepishly, that I did (not knowing that I actually hadn’t had one yet). “Good!” she said, and I was a bit surprised at her reaction. “It’s okay, Andy,” she added quickly, seeing my confusion. “It’s not a sin to have a wet dream. In fact, wet dreams are God’s way masturbation of relieving boys from the temptation of masturbation.” It all seems like Irish Catholic mumbo jumbo now. But at the time it put the fear of God in me. I’d never had a problem with any of the ten Commandments before. But this masturbation thing was really tempting. The Devil would do his dirty work in my idle hands. Luckily, Jenny Christie was my Art teacher and not my neighbour’s wife, so I could covet her all I liked. Especially pussy before bed time. And if I could just keep teen my mind focused and my tits hands idle until I fell asleep, I could have one of these wet dreams that God tight and my Mum wanted me to have. Before the conversation with my mum, I was vaguely aware that these dreams were enjoyable, but none were particularly memorable. Then I drifted off to sleep one night and everything changed. As she dried herself listening to the sounds downstairs of Marge bringing in boxes, Hailey shivered as she realised it could have been disaster. Then I answered my own question – Tony. She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and head back the way she had originally come. “Sandy and Tina,” she said. yep he wants a quickie and she tells him as long as she gets a long session later.This is a new record... she tight was out the door in less than 5 minutes.... The fumes coming from Mao vessel made the family couple very horny and they started to fool around again. “Good!” I said brightly, hopping up and sitting beside Sean. I'm going to flood that nasty mouth with my juices. But I wasn't done yet, I still had some strength in me. I began countering her drops with my thrusts, closing the distance between us at every opportunity. After I kill that fool, perhaps I’ll turn you into one of my thralls.” Then while we brutally violate every masturbation available bitch the effects of the ritual would be spread around the world. Then her eyes widened. She also told me that once pussy I had told her there was no danger she actually became aroused more knowing I could do anything I wanted and she could teen do tits nothing about it. Maybe just a plain ol’ fuck-buddy? I suppose that was my chance to take advantage of the situation, but my mind was focused on the payback.