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My name is Doug. I'm a baby boomer. By that I mean I was born a few years after World War II. My twin brothers, Dwight and George are two years older than me. Yes, we were named after famous WW2 American generals. My father was a veteran and as soon as he got home when the war ended, he married mom and they didn't waste any time having kids.

My brothers were excellent athletes and although my teachers always compared me to them, I had no athletic ability at all. I'd rather play the piano or read a book.

Not only that, compared to them I was small. They made sure that I wasn't harassed too badly at school, but at home they called me ‘runt,' and mercilessly picked on me.

When we became adults, I got even with my brothers for all their bullying. Dwight worked for the town; he was called a garbage man back then. George worked the midnight shift in a factory. Me? I went to law school. I joined a law firm in town, mostly handling residential and commercial real estate transactions.

In school my favorite teacher was my sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. Donaldson. I had a crush on her. I thought she was beautiful. Of course, I was twelve, just starting puberty and Mrs. Donaldson was married and I guess she was about thirty, which I thought was very old.

Whatever Mrs. Donaldson asked me to do, I did it 100%. My homework was always perfect. I'd do anything to please her.

Not just a sixth-grade crush; all through high school when I jerked off, I always thought of Mrs. Donaldson.

One summer, my dad and mom took us to a lake about an hour from home. It had a great beach. I saw her there. She was with some guy probably her husband; he was a dork. Of course, he was. He was with her and I wasn't. Ah, the fantasies of a teenage boy.

Anyhow, they were in the water just about to their knees; just talking. At school, she usually wore her hair up, in what used to be called a bun. Now, that blonde hair hung to the middle of her back. However, it wasn't her hair I was looking at. At the time, I thought she had the greatest ass; perfectly sculpted. And her tits: my God, they were huge.

She may have been able to hide them at school; her tits and her ass, I mean, but not in a bathing suit.

I couldn't wait to get home to jerk off. I didn't. I went into one of the bathroom stalls and jerked off right there. I didn't even care if I got caught. I never shot so much in my life.

This story really starts when I received an invitation to my tenth high school reunion. I didn't even think about going. I wasn't part of the "in crowd;" I was kind of a loner. On the other hand, I could throw it in those assholes' faces that I was a lawyer and many of them, like my brother, George, worked in one of the local factories.

At the last minute I sent back my RSVP.

With the massive influx of baby boomers, the town, Franklin, built a huge school campus. One wing was K-6; another was junior high (7-9) and the third wing was the high school (10-12). The fourth wing was the gym, cafeteria and administrative offices.

The reunion activities included a tour of the new school on Friday afternoon of reunion weekend. I'd gone to the "old schools," built after World War I. I'd never been in the new school. I thought I'd join the tour. School was out for the summer. The campus was empty except for us alums.

The tour was of the high school wing, but we were invited to wander about but to meet at the cafeteria in an hour for lunch.

There was no one in the tour group of alums that I cared to hang out with. I went off by myself and got lost in the maze that was the new

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