I need to wipe myself off. My teacher was talking about good touch and bad touch.” Her finger stops and she looks me in the eyes. “Are you sure? Does that make sense?” She asks me. “you had a smile on your face. She checks to make sure all the soap is out of my hair. He leans over and kisses me on the lips softly as his tongue glides a little into my mouth And he kisses me again. Mrs. I start to think about my dad’s friend Tom. “This is not bad touch because we love each other and when you love each other you want to make each other feel good.”
I take a deep breath and exhale. And giggle a little. They want us to be able to ask questions without worrying about what the boys think. The teacher looks at me funny and I start to squirm. I go in the bathroom stall and pull down my light blue panties. I laugh. “That’s good baby.
