You Need to Stop it. I Love You Too.

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I pretended to be asleep of course but Sister Marcella knew instantly that here was a horny young boy who had the hots for her. She was pleasured by that knowlege and therefore she chose to communicate her pleasure to me in a cautionary whisper: 'This must not happen again!'

If it was indeed her who confronted me in the hallway, and I think it was, it was her way of telling me that, 'I know you are hot, but your practice of masturbating in my classroom is beginning to become embarrassing to both of us. You need to stop it. I love you too.'

I never saw Sister Marcella again after the sixth grade.