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Remember that sexual education course they had back in high school? The one they started offering since middle school, but most our parents didn’t want us knowing about the “changes” our bodies were going through? Know the one I’m talking about right? The one that altered every year with a little more information and was always taught by some gross looking old man who suddenly became a pervert in our eyes? I remember that class fondly because I lucked out my senior year and had a female instructor rather than the gross football coach who tried to scare you stiff – no pun intended – with sexual problems and diseases. Rather than being bored that final year in high school, I remember being completely aroused. The instructor was this big titted blonde woman, the mother of one of my friends, to be specific, who had one of those phone sex voices. I’m sure she did that for side money. I nearly came in my adolescent jeans when she started talking about the different sort of sexual practices – not in depth, but then again, I was in high school for kristsakes, and her voice just uttering the terms oral and sex in the same sentence was enough to take me over the deep end. I’d already had oral sex – given and received – at that point in my life, but not from a hot MILF (before that term was popularized) like this before. She had experience. You could see it in the look of her eye and the shape of her mouth that she had given pretty good head when she was in high school and college – fuck! she probably still gives awesome head, I should really think about looking her up.