I am touched and played with on my body every day on the train during my commute. When I consulted my homeroom teacher about this, in order to catch the suspect, the homeroom teacher will ride the train with me from the next morning. As usual, I was touched, and that hand reached my buttocks and crotch... But today there should be someone who will help me... The identity of the usual sticky devil's hand was... the homeroom teacher. I can't forget the face of the homeroom teacher who smiled at my surprised face. From that day on, I continued to have my crotch played with by the homeroom teacher, and now I wet my crotch in anticipation. I got excited by the sexual act on the train, and eventually I started craving the homeroom teacher's cock even after school. Am I already a hopeless person?
