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Sitting in my office chair I turned around slowly. Pale delicate skin, long platinum hair with a slight wave to it, stood the prize of my class, Violet Evans, a promising psychology student. Her ambitions were high and the amount of effort she put into her compositions were borderline over the top, nonetheless they were thorough and more importantly accurate. “Ms. Evans, what can I do for you?” Why if it isn’t the beauty of the front row. Always wearing sheer leggings and bending at the waist to pick up her bag. I can’t help but notice she wears only thongs. blonde Lord only knows what I’m thinking about. Thank goodness. “Actually, Dr. Giordano, I’m a little confused about something you had said in today’s lecture. You said,” She looked at her copious notes and dug out the words, “’that human sexuality spans across a spectrum,’ I was wondering if you could explain that a little further to me.” I found this a little hard to believe. In this course of “Human Sexuality” Ms. Evans has shown not only more than enough proficiency, but even a, how do I put it, eagerness. Her papers are less like reports pussy and more like works of art. Her deion of the phases of development and the categorization of sexuality is nothing like I’ve ever seen in any of my students. So her coming to me with this question seemed a bit beneath her. God the things I would love to do to his little angel. She seems so naïve, but I get a feeling there is something more. Paolo Giordano scratched his beard, “Ms. Evans, what do you think I meant by that?” Using a pedagogical exercise of inquiry based learning I wondered how she might respond. “Well, Dr. Giordano, I think what you are getting at is that everyone falls on masturbating the line of very prudish to very deviant.” I nodded looking down taking in what she was saying. “We were talking about paraphilia today, but I guess what I was wondering is how do we define deviant?” She put the last word in air quotes. “Well, Ms. Evans, that is something personal to everyone’s own moral compass. What some might find as exciting and adventurous others might call boring. On the other end, what some might call very vanilla, if you will, to others it’s considered deviant.” “That still doesn’t make sense, Dr. Giordano. Where do the extremes end?” Violet seemed to have a very concerned masturbation look on her face. She seemed to be having an internal conflict, but I couldn’t tease it out, not ethically anyways. I wonder what she is getting at. “Let’s put it this way, on one end of the spectrum there is puritan abstinence, and utter celibacy. I think we can both agree that that would be the extreme end of the how you say ‘prudish’ pole.” Violet agreed readily. “Now on the other pole, think of the most dastardly deeds you can conceive of: teen necrophilia, bestiality, pedophilia, et cetera.” I’m not one to judge, many people have their own particular flavors. I am a mandated reporter, but to each his own. I certainly have no moral high ground from which to preach.” Despite myself I gave a little chuckle. Oh shit did I just give too much? “So what you’re saying is the depths of depravity are more or less limitless?” “More or less, yes.” Phew, I don’t think she caught it. There was a silence outside, and then another knock, this one louder than before. He was not as big as my brother, so there was no discomfort, except from knowing that a 40 something man, the father of an old high school boyfriend, now had his cock inside of me. I could hear him groan masturbation as he pushed into my cunt. "No action back here." I hope you have a good day.” He winked again. I gave her a curious look as she backed in. I wasn’t letting this opportunity go by. Melinda would never admit it to anyone, especially not her husband, but one of the things she enjoyed blonde most about teaching was the attention the boys in class showed her. As we sat down to eat I asked my granddad if he was OK with me removing my top as I did not want to get it dirty while eating. His words were so confident. Bobby lifted his head, "Did that hurt Anna?" It’s difficult enough as it is. Before masturbating long I’ve reached the sliding glass doors of Professor Fir’s lab, and after they silently pussy glide open, I walk teen into the air conditioned facility. The girls and I all ate, and once I turned off the generator, I followed them to the bed and crawled under the covers with them.