Consensus in Aristocratic and Confucian Social Roles: Ethical relations between the citizen and the society
Harmony throughout social and political strata is a main concern in many traditions and ethical systems throughout the world. Its capture on the intellectual and layperson can be understood in its immediate relevance. How ought one behave within society, and through what scope? What benefits would compliance entail, and what reciprocal action could one receive? Questions such as these illustrate underlying thoughts and ideas people have towards relationships between the individual and the society. In western ideas, it is between citizen and the populous, and to some extent, heaven itself. In eastern traditions, it is the interaction between the individual and the cosmos. Strikingly similar, this paper intends to discuss parallels between eastern and western thoughts on such topics, and ultimately strengthen a developing ethical system based on concessions between the two theories. In developing such a theory, one may hope that, in a practical sense, it may find expedient application in the modern world.
Aristotle believed in an ethical system of virtue, that proper action is initiated only due to the agent being ethical. In addition, Aristotle believed in actions being judged as fair or unfair based on his concept of Justice, in which one's action toward another is judged just/unjust by means of an Aristocratic proportion of merit. The connection, Aristotle posits, between the two concepts is that just actions are a result of the practice of perfect virtue. Aristotle states that a virtuous man and a keeper of the law is just. Thus Aristotle places an appropriate scope of Justice and Virtue in that there is a context of law in considering just and unjust actions. It is important to point out that by law, one can include legislature as well as natural/social laws. Therefore, the context of law may be synonymous with a context of society. Concluding from a previous essay, justice follows from an inclination to be virtuous and corresponding duties, within an appropriate social backdrop, the social Context. Note that there is no threat to dissolving into a relativistic system, as the system is objectively supported by a priori virtues as well as corresponding duties.
A student of Confucianism should immediately draw parallels between this Aristocratic Context and the teachings of Confucius and later disciples. Confucius advocates the idea of jen, virtue of humanness, to be the standard of all ethical behavior. In fact, Confucius believes jen to be the "perfect virtue," from which other virtues take shape. Through this and yi, which one may interpret as ethical principles of action, one may accomplish moral behavior, a ritualistic mode of interaction with others known as li. Accomplishing li, via jen and yi, an individual effects the social strata, ultimately dismissing the entropy of the cosmos. Structured around the people and within these strata, Confucius details the construction of a Jen-Government, lead by kingly figures, promoting and honoring jen, yi and li within individuals and their actions. The effective mark of the individual on his social environment is detailed within both the Aristocratic theory and Confucian tradition, and through an examination of the parallel between the Aristocratic Context and Confucian Jen-Government, a harmonious fusion can be determined, and applied nicely to the modern world.
In his teachings, Confucius detailed the concept of jen as perfect virtue, or the virtue of humanness. Far from detailing a idealist stance, Confucius believed that in the attempt to become like that which is superior, one initiates a cycle of jen based virtues, a similar note to Aristotle's habituation of virtue. Also similar to western virtue ethics is Confucius's identification of the inherent goodness of the mean path. The Confucian Doctrine of the Mean details the good of the middle way, stating,
"Perfect is the virtue which is according to the mean. They have
I spent most of my morning reviewing applications for my latest
modeling job. I was surprised at the response of my newspaper ad.
Finding one attractive girl to model swimsuits would be an easy
task, out of the 100 applications I received. The magazine
publisher was in a hurry and needed someone by next week. With
the pictures submitted, choosing the best ones for interviews was
going to be difficult. I reviewed the pictures and all the
information the girls wrote. There was one girl who wrote some
comments that I couldn't believe. This 21 year old blonde named
Barbara was 5' 6" tall, 115 lbs, 38 inch breasts with a slender
well developed build that accented her bust. She was very
attractive. On her application she wrote, " I desparately want
this modeling job and will do anything to get it. And I do mean
anything. Please let me show you how I look in person. I will be
yours to do with as you please."
How could I resist calling this girl. In all my years of
photography, I never had an offer like this. I have contacts for
pornographic material, but never thought I would have a willing
model. I wonder if that's what she had in mind? Well, I called
her to come in the next day for a photo session.
Barbara arrived right on time. She was an extemely attractive
young girl. Her picture didn't do her justice. We chatted for
awhile, finding out this was her first time modeling, but was
looking forward to it. She insisted, " I meant what I wrote on my
application."
I replied, "OK, let's take some pictures and see what you look
like on film." I gave her a tiny pink string bikini and directed
her to my studio to get ready.
A few minutes later I entered the studio. There was Barbara,
standing next to the stool in front of the beach backdrop. She
was gorgeous. Her long blonde hair fell across her shoulders just
touching her breasts. My eyes scanned up her perfectly tanned
legs to her incredibly tight ass. My heart was pounding as I
thought about this beautiful girl's offer to get this job.
I told Barbara to have a seat on the stool as I started snapping
some pictures. I spent about 15 minutes taking various poses when
I asked Barbara, " What did you have in mind with your comments
earlier." "Are you interested in more erotic modeling?"
Sure, why not," she replied. "Okay, then",I said, "pull those
bikini bottoms aside. Let me see your pussy." Without hesitating
Barbara took one finger and pulled the flimsy bikini bottoms
aside exposing her cunt for me to see. I snapped a couple more
shots. " How about your top." Barbara had it off in seconds.
What a body on this young girl. I asked Barbara if I could start
my video camera to save some time shooting pictures. " Go right
ahead," she replied. " I said anything goes."
I started the video and went to Barbara asking her to remove her
bikini bottom completely. Now, with Barbara completely naked, I
spread her legs wide exposing her young cunt for the camera.
" Play with yourself," I ordered." I will if that's what you
want, but I'd much rather you play with me." Well, that was her
final invitation for me. Barbara obviously was looking for some
action.
I gently stroked one finger across her slit. As I did, she leaned
forward to kiss me burying her tongue in my mouth. I kept
fingering her cunt until it was nice and moist, but I didn't
insert it into her. Barbara was becoming aroused from the kissing
and fingering. We moved over to the couch where I removed my
clothes as Barbara stroked herself. When I finished undressing I
went back to Barbara's now wet slit and continued my massage of
her clit. Barbara was beginning to moan as she was really getting
turned on.
I spread her legs wide, grabbed my now hard cock and lightly
stroked it up her slit and back down. Then again I massaged her
clit up and down with my cockhead. I continued sliding my cock
around her juicy slit. Barbara was enjoying this. "oooooooh!!!"
"ooooooooh!!!!" "That feels good," she moaned. I stood up to
wipe my cock across her lips leaving them glistening with her
cunt juice. Then I returned to her wet slit to cont
I spent most of my morning reviewing applications for my latest modeling job. I was surprised at the response of my newspaper ad. Finding one attractive girl to model swimsuits would be an easy task, out of the 100 applications I received. The magazine publisher was in a hurry and needed someone by next week. With the pictures submitted, choosing the best ones for interviews was going to be difficult. I reviewed the pictures and all the information the girls wrote. There was one girl who wrote some comments that I couldn't believe. This 21 year old blonde named Barbara was 5' 6" tall, 115 lbs, 38 inch breasts with a slender well developed build that accented her bust. She was very attractive. On her application she wrote, " I desparately want this modeling job and will do anything to get it. And I do mean anything. Please let me show you how I look in person. I will be yours to do with as you please."
How could I resist calling this girl. In all my years of photography, I never had an offer like this. I have contacts for pornographic material, but never thought I would have a willing model. I wonder if that's what she had in mind? Well, I called her to come in the next day for a photo session.
Barbara arrived right on time. She was an extemely attractive young girl. Her picture didn't do her justice. We chatted for awhile, finding out this was her first time modeling, but was looking forward to it. She insisted, " I meant what I wrote on my application."
I replied, "OK, let's take some pictures and see what you look like on film." I gave her a tiny pink string bikini and directed her to my studio to get ready.
A few minutes later I entered the studio. There was Barbara, standing next to the stool in front of the beach backdrop. She was gorgeous. Her long blonde hair fell across her shoulders just touching her breasts. My eyes scanned up her perfectly tanned legs to her incredibly tight ass. My heart was pounding as I thought about this beautiful girl's offer to get this job.
I told Barbara to have a seat on the stool as I started snapping some pictures. I spent about 15 minutes taking various poses when I asked Barbara, " What did you have in mind with your comments earlier." "Are you interested in more erotic modeling?"
Sure, why not," she replied. "Okay, then",I said, "pull those bikini bottoms aside. Let me see your pussy." Without hesitating Barbara took one finger and pulled the flimsy bikini bottoms aside exposing her cunt for me to see. I snapped a couple more shots. " How about your top." Barbara had it off in seconds. What a body on this young girl. I asked Barbara if I could start my video camera to save some time shooting pictures. " Go right ahead," she replied. " I said anything goes."
I started the video and went to Barbara asking her to remove her bikini bottom completely. Now, with Barbara completely naked, I spread her legs wide exposing her young cunt for the camera.
" Play with yourself," I ordered." I will if that's what you want, but I'd much rather you play with me." Well, that was her final invitation for me. Barbara obviously was looking for some action.
I gently stroked one finger across her slit. As I did, she leaned forward to kiss me burying her tongue in my mouth. I kept fingering her cunt until it was nice and moist, but I didn't insert it into her. Barbara was becoming aroused from the kissing and fingering. We moved over to the couch where I removed my clothes as Barbara stroked herself. When I finished undressing I went back to Barbara's now wet slit and continued my massage of her clit. Barbara was beginning to moan as she was really getting turned on.
I spread her legs wide, grabbed my now hard cock and lightly stroked it up her slit and back down. Then again I massaged her clit up and down with my cockhead. I continued sliding my cock around her jui
The problem of Justine's sheltered life became apparent that summer. A
gentle girl, Justine had decided to go to university and study
Astronomy, for she had always appreciated the quiet, serenity of the
universe above the hurly burly world around her. Unfortunately, it
emerged that while St. Gwendolyn's had done an excellent job teaching
her art appreciation, cooking, posture, table manners, fashion and the
three "R's, including Latin, it had done rather less well in teaching
American history, knowledge of which would be helpful in taking her SAT
exams for entrance to university.
So Justine, in her innocence, simply applied for a local high
school course given during the summer, to young persons who, like
herself, had somehow not been properly educated in the requirements
dictated for high school. It did not occur to her as she did, to
consider what manner of young person might be attending with her, and
why, despite their not having attended school in a foreign country, they
had been insufficiently educated to the point they were required to
attend school during the summer vacation period.
Because she had never learned to drive at boarding school,
Justine's first exposure to the less protected elements of life arrived
on the bus to school her first morning. She was clad in a light summer
dress, one she had recently purchased but never worn, and carrying with
her several notebooks, a pencil holder, a paperback dictionary, and a
box lunch. These she managed to place together and hold under one arm as
she stood on the crowded bus holding onto an overhead strap.
Because her mother had disliked the California summer heat,
she had taken a chalet in Switzerland during summer months, and Justine
had joined her there during the school holidays. Her short time at her
air conditioned home, and in similarly equipped shops and cars, had
taught Justine little about what to expect, and so Justine was poorly
equipped for the heat that day.
She had begun to perspire the moment she had left the house,
and by the time she reached the bus stop many blocks away Justine's
light summer frock was, in places, pressed very tightly against her
soft, warm flesh. The bus, when she finally got on, was worse, for the
air conditioning was not working
Justine stood, panting, swaying, occupying a tiny space
between the body of an enormous, fat Black woman and a greasy looking,
long haired man wearing a soiled undershirt and baggy jeans. Her eyes
were half closed as she breathed in shallow breaths, the heat and
sweltering humidity robbing her of energy. When she felt a hand on her
belly her eyes jerked open and she gasped softly.
She was staring over the shoulder of the fat black woman, and
as the hand rubbed softly at her belly her heart began to pound and her
pulse raced, and a red flush crept over her face. The hand was coming
from behind her. She tried to look over her shoulder without being
obvious, but with her left arm held up to hold onto the strap that
proved impossible. A braver girl would have whirled around and
confronted whomever it was, but to Justine, the thought of meeting the
eyes of whoever was touching her was just too embarrassing.
The fat woman was blocking her way ahead, and the bus was
just turning onto a freeway, which meant it was not about to suddenly
stop - even if she could reach the bell.
She stood, tense to the point of trembling, biting her lip,
eyes rolling from one side to the other as the hand gently caressed her
moist stomach through the thin summer dress. It went away, and she felt
a momentary relief, but then her eyes widened even further as the hand
slid onto her bottom and began to squeeze her buttocks through the thin
dress.
This was much more embarrassing than having a hand on her
stomach, and Justine turned beet red, her ears hot as she tried to think
of what to do. One of her teachers had once told her to simply ignore
girls who were teasing her. The theory behind it was that if they didn't
get a rise out of h
The problem of Justine's sheltered life became apparent that summer. A
gentle girl, Justine had decided to go to university and study
Astronomy, for she had always appreciated the quiet, serenity of the
universe above the hurly burly world around her. Unfortunately, it
emerged that while St. Gwendolyn's had done an excellent job teaching
her art appreciation, cooking, posture, table manners, fashion and the
three "R's, including Latin, it had done rather less well in teaching
American history, knowledge of which would be helpful in taking her SAT
exams for entrance to university.
So Justine, in her innocence, simply applied for a local high
school course given during the summer, to young persons who, like
herself, had somehow not been properly educated in the requirements
dictated for high school. It did not occur to her as she did, to
consider what manner of young person might be attending with her, and
why, despite their not having attended school in a foreign country, they
had been insufficiently educated to the point they were required to
attend school during the summer vacation period.
Because she had never learned to drive at boarding school,
Justine's first exposure to the less protected elements of life arrived
on the bus to school her first morning. She was clad in a light summer
dress, one she had recently purchased but never worn, and carrying with
her several notebooks, a pencil holder, a paperback dictionary, and a
box lunch. These she managed to place together and hold under one arm as
she stood on the crowded bus holding onto an overhead strap.
Because her mother had disliked the California summer heat,
she had taken a chalet in Switzerland during summer months, and Justine
had joined her there during the school holidays. Her short time at her
air conditioned home, and in similarly equipped shops and cars, had
taught Justine little about what to expect, and so Justine was poorly
equipped for the heat that day.
She had begun to perspire the moment she had left the house,
and by the time she reached the bus stop many blocks away Justine's
light summer frock was, in places, pressed very tightly against her
soft, warm flesh. The bus, when she finally got on, was worse, for the
air conditioning was not working
Justine stood, panting, swaying, occupying a tiny space
between the body of an enormous, fat Black woman and a greasy looking,
long haired man wearing a soiled undershirt and baggy jeans. Her eyes
were half closed as she breathed in shallow breaths, the heat and
sweltering humidity robbing her of energy. When she felt a hand on her
belly her eyes jerked open and she gasped softly.
She was staring over the shoulder of the fat black woman, and
as the hand rubbed softly at her belly her heart began to pound and her
pulse raced, and a red flush crept over her face. The hand was coming
from behind her. She tried to look over her shoulder without being
obvious, but with her left arm held up to hold onto the strap that
proved impossible. A braver girl would have whirled around and
confronted whomever it was, but to Justine, the thought of meeting the
eyes of whoever was touching her was just too embarrassing.
The fat woman was blocking her way ahead, and the bus was
just turning onto a freeway, which meant it was not about to suddenly
stop - even if she could reach the bell.
She stood, tense to the point of trembling, biting her lip,
eyes rolling from one side to the other as the hand gently caressed her
moist stomach through the thin summer dress. It went away, and she felt
a momentary relief, but then her eyes widened even further as the hand
slid onto her bottom and began to squeeze her buttocks through the thin
dress.
This was much more embarrassing than having a hand on her
stomach, and Justine turned beet red, her ears hot as she tried to think
of what to do. One of her teachers had once told her to simply ignore
girls who were teasing her. The theory behind it was that if they didn't
get a rise out of h
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Ethical relations between the citizen and the society
Harmony throughout social and political strata is a main concern in many traditions and ethical systems throughout the world. Its capture on the intellectual and layperson can be understood in its immediate relevance. How ought one behave within society, and through what scope? What benefits would compliance entail, and what reciprocal action could one receive? Questions such as these illustrate underlying thoughts and ideas people have towards relationships between the individual and the society. In western ideas, it is between citizen and the populous, and to some extent, heaven itself. In eastern traditions, it is the interaction between the individual and the cosmos. Strikingly similar, this paper intends to discuss parallels between eastern and western thoughts on such topics, and ultimately strengthen a developing ethical system based on concessions between the two theories. In developing such a theory, one may hope that, in a practical sense, it may find expedient application in the modern world.
Aristotle believed in an ethical system of virtue, that proper action is initiated only due to the agent being ethical. In addition, Aristotle believed in actions being judged as fair or unfair based on his concept of Justice, in which one's action toward another is judged just/unjust by means of an Aristocratic proportion of merit. The connection, Aristotle posits, between the two concepts is that just actions are a result of the practice of perfect virtue. Aristotle states that a virtuous man and a keeper of the law is just. Thus Aristotle places an appropriate scope of Justice and Virtue in that there is a context of law in considering just and unjust actions. It is important to point out that by law, one can include legislature as well as natural/social laws. Therefore, the context of law may be synonymous with a context of society. Concluding from a previous essay, justice follows from an inclination to be virtuous and corresponding duties, within an appropriate social backdrop, the social Context. Note that there is no threat to dissolving into a relativistic system, as the system is objectively supported by a priori virtues as well as corresponding duties.
A student of Confucianism should immediately draw parallels between this Aristocratic Context and the teachings of Confucius and later disciples. Confucius advocates the idea of jen, virtue of humanness, to be the standard of all ethical behavior. In fact, Confucius believes jen to be the "perfect virtue," from which other virtues take shape. Through this and yi, which one may interpret as ethical principles of action, one may accomplish moral behavior, a ritualistic mode of interaction with others known as li. Accomplishing li, via jen and yi, an individual effects the social strata, ultimately dismissing the entropy of the cosmos. Structured around the people and within these strata, Confucius details the construction of a Jen-Government, lead by kingly figures, promoting and honoring jen, yi and li within individuals and their actions. The effective mark of the individual on his social environment is detailed within both the Aristocratic theory and Confucian tradition, and through an examination of the parallel between the Aristocratic Context and Confucian Jen-Government, a harmonious fusion can be determined, and applied nicely to the modern world.
In his teachings, Confucius detailed the concept of jen as perfect virtue, or the virtue of humanness. Far from detailing a idealist stance, Confucius believed that in the attempt to become like that which is superior, one initiates a cycle of jen based virtues, a similar note to Aristotle's habituation of virtue. Also similar to western virtue ethics is Confucius's identification of the inherent goodness of the mean path. The Confucian Doctrine of the Mean details the good of the middle way, stating,
"Perfect is the virtue which is according to the mean. They have
I spent most of my morning reviewing applications for my latest modeling job. I was surprised at the response of my newspaper ad. Finding one attractive girl to model swimsuits would be an easy task, out of the 100 applications I received. The magazine publisher was in a hurry and needed someone by next week. With the pictures submitted, choosing the best ones for interviews was going to be difficult. I reviewed the pictures and all the information the girls wrote. There was one girl who wrote some comments that I couldn't believe. This 21 year old blonde named Barbara was 5' 6" tall, 115 lbs, 38 inch breasts with a slender well developed build that accented her bust. She was very attractive. On her application she wrote, " I desparately want this modeling job and will do anything to get it. And I do mean anything. Please let me show you how I look in person. I will be yours to do with as you please." How could I resist calling this girl. In all my years of photography, I never had an offer like this. I have contacts for pornographic material, but never thought I would have a willing model. I wonder if that's what she had in mind? Well, I called her to come in the next day for a photo session. Barbara arrived right on time. She was an extemely attractive young girl. Her picture didn't do her justice. We chatted for awhile, finding out this was her first time modeling, but was looking forward to it. She insisted, " I meant what I wrote on my application." I replied, "OK, let's take some pictures and see what you look like on film." I gave her a tiny pink string bikini and directed her to my studio to get ready. A few minutes later I entered the studio. There was Barbara, standing next to the stool in front of the beach backdrop. She was gorgeous. Her long blonde hair fell across her shoulders just touching her breasts. My eyes scanned up her perfectly tanned legs to her incredibly tight ass. My heart was pounding as I thought about this beautiful girl's offer to get this job. I told Barbara to have a seat on the stool as I started snapping some pictures. I spent about 15 minutes taking various poses when I asked Barbara, " What did you have in mind with your comments earlier." "Are you interested in more erotic modeling?" Sure, why not," she replied. "Okay, then",I said, "pull those bikini bottoms aside. Let me see your pussy." Without hesitating Barbara took one finger and pulled the flimsy bikini bottoms aside exposing her cunt for me to see. I snapped a couple more shots. " How about your top." Barbara had it off in seconds. What a body on this young girl. I asked Barbara if I could start my video camera to save some time shooting pictures. " Go right ahead," she replied. " I said anything goes." I started the video and went to Barbara asking her to remove her bikini bottom completely. Now, with Barbara completely naked, I spread her legs wide exposing her young cunt for the camera. " Play with yourself," I ordered." I will if that's what you want, but I'd much rather you play with me." Well, that was her final invitation for me. Barbara obviously was looking for some action. I gently stroked one finger across her slit. As I did, she leaned forward to kiss me burying her tongue in my mouth. I kept fingering her cunt until it was nice and moist, but I didn't insert it into her. Barbara was becoming aroused from the kissing and fingering. We moved over to the couch where I removed my clothes as Barbara stroked herself. When I finished undressing I went back to Barbara's now wet slit and continued my massage of her clit. Barbara was beginning to moan as she was really getting turned on. I spread her legs wide, grabbed my now hard cock and lightly stroked it up her slit and back down. Then again I massaged her clit up and down with my cockhead. I continued sliding my cock around her juicy slit. Barbara was enjoying this. "oooooooh!!!" "ooooooooh!!!!" "That feels good," she moaned. I stood up to wipe my cock across her lips leaving them glistening with her cunt juice. Then I returned to her wet slit to cont
I spent most of my morning reviewing applications for my latest modeling job. I was surprised at the response of my newspaper ad. Finding one attractive girl to model swimsuits would be an easy
task, out of the 100 applications I received. The magazine
publisher was in a hurry and needed someone by next week. With
the pictures submitted, choosing the best ones for interviews was
going to be difficult. I reviewed the pictures and all the
information the girls wrote. There was one girl who wrote some
comments that I couldn't believe. This 21 year old blonde named
Barbara was 5' 6" tall, 115 lbs, 38 inch breasts with a slender
well developed build that accented her bust. She was very
attractive. On her application she wrote, " I desparately want
this modeling job and will do anything to get it. And I do mean
anything. Please let me show you how I look in person. I will be
yours to do with as you please."
How could I resist calling this girl. In all my years of
photography, I never had an offer like this. I have contacts for
pornographic material, but never thought I would have a willing
model. I wonder if that's what she had in mind? Well, I called
her to come in the next day for a photo session.
Barbara arrived right on time. She was an extemely attractive
young girl. Her picture didn't do her justice. We chatted for
awhile, finding out this was her first time modeling, but was
looking forward to it. She insisted, " I meant what I wrote on my
application."
I replied, "OK, let's take some pictures and see what you look
like on film." I gave her a tiny pink string bikini and directed
her to my studio to get ready.
A few minutes later I entered the studio. There was Barbara,
standing next to the stool in front of the beach backdrop. She
was gorgeous. Her long blonde hair fell across her shoulders just
touching her breasts. My eyes scanned up her perfectly tanned
legs to her incredibly tight ass. My heart was pounding as I
thought about this beautiful girl's offer to get this job.
I told Barbara to have a seat on the stool as I started snapping
some pictures. I spent about 15 minutes taking various poses when
I asked Barbara, " What did you have in mind with your comments
earlier." "Are you interested in more erotic modeling?"
Sure, why not," she replied. "Okay, then",I said, "pull those
bikini bottoms aside. Let me see your pussy." Without hesitating
Barbara took one finger and pulled the flimsy bikini bottoms
aside exposing her cunt for me to see. I snapped a couple more
shots. " How about your top." Barbara had it off in seconds.
What a body on this young girl. I asked Barbara if I could start
my video camera to save some time shooting pictures. " Go right
ahead," she replied. " I said anything goes."
I started the video and went to Barbara asking her to remove her
bikini bottom completely. Now, with Barbara completely naked, I
spread her legs wide exposing her young cunt for the camera.
" Play with yourself," I ordered." I will if that's what you
want, but I'd much rather you play with me." Well, that was her
final invitation for me. Barbara obviously was looking for some
action.
I gently stroked one finger across her slit. As I did, she leaned
forward to kiss me burying her tongue in my mouth. I kept
fingering her cunt until it was nice and moist, but I didn't
insert it into her. Barbara was becoming aroused from the kissing
and fingering. We moved over to the couch where I removed my
clothes as Barbara stroked herself. When I finished undressing I
went back to Barbara's now wet slit and continued my massage of
her clit. Barbara was beginning to moan as she was really getting
turned on.
I spread her legs wide, grabbed my now hard cock and lightly
stroked it up her slit and back down. Then again I massaged her
clit up and down with my cockhead. I continued sliding my cock
around her jui
The problem of Justine's sheltered life became apparent that summer. A gentle girl, Justine had decided to go to university and study Astronomy, for she had always appreciated the quiet, serenity of the universe above the hurly burly world around her. Unfortunately, it emerged that while St. Gwendolyn's had done an excellent job teaching her art appreciation, cooking, posture, table manners, fashion and the three "R's, including Latin, it had done rather less well in teaching American history, knowledge of which would be helpful in taking her SAT exams for entrance to university. So Justine, in her innocence, simply applied for a local high school course given during the summer, to young persons who, like herself, had somehow not been properly educated in the requirements dictated for high school. It did not occur to her as she did, to consider what manner of young person might be attending with her, and why, despite their not having attended school in a foreign country, they had been insufficiently educated to the point they were required to attend school during the summer vacation period. Because she had never learned to drive at boarding school, Justine's first exposure to the less protected elements of life arrived on the bus to school her first morning. She was clad in a light summer dress, one she had recently purchased but never worn, and carrying with her several notebooks, a pencil holder, a paperback dictionary, and a box lunch. These she managed to place together and hold under one arm as she stood on the crowded bus holding onto an overhead strap. Because her mother had disliked the California summer heat, she had taken a chalet in Switzerland during summer months, and Justine had joined her there during the school holidays. Her short time at her air conditioned home, and in similarly equipped shops and cars, had taught Justine little about what to expect, and so Justine was poorly equipped for the heat that day. She had begun to perspire the moment she had left the house, and by the time she reached the bus stop many blocks away Justine's light summer frock was, in places, pressed very tightly against her soft, warm flesh. The bus, when she finally got on, was worse, for the air conditioning was not working Justine stood, panting, swaying, occupying a tiny space between the body of an enormous, fat Black woman and a greasy looking, long haired man wearing a soiled undershirt and baggy jeans. Her eyes were half closed as she breathed in shallow breaths, the heat and sweltering humidity robbing her of energy. When she felt a hand on her belly her eyes jerked open and she gasped softly. She was staring over the shoulder of the fat black woman, and as the hand rubbed softly at her belly her heart began to pound and her pulse raced, and a red flush crept over her face. The hand was coming from behind her. She tried to look over her shoulder without being obvious, but with her left arm held up to hold onto the strap that proved impossible. A braver girl would have whirled around and confronted whomever it was, but to Justine, the thought of meeting the eyes of whoever was touching her was just too embarrassing. The fat woman was blocking her way ahead, and the bus was just turning onto a freeway, which meant it was not about to suddenly stop - even if she could reach the bell. She stood, tense to the point of trembling, biting her lip, eyes rolling from one side to the other as the hand gently caressed her moist stomach through the thin summer dress. It went away, and she felt a momentary relief, but then her eyes widened even further as the hand slid onto her bottom and began to squeeze her buttocks through the thin dress. This was much more embarrassing than having a hand on her stomach, and Justine turned beet red, her ears hot as she tried to think of what to do. One of her teachers had once told her to simply ignore girls who were teasing her. The theory behind it was that if they didn't get a rise out of h
The problem of Justine's sheltered life became apparent that summer. A gentle girl, Justine had decided to go to university and study Astronomy, for she had always appreciated the quiet, serenity of the universe above the hurly burly world around her. Unfortunately, it emerged that while St. Gwendolyn's had done an excellent job teaching her art appreciation, cooking, posture, table manners, fashion and the three "R's, including Latin, it had done rather less well in teaching American history, knowledge of which would be helpful in taking her SAT exams for entrance to university. So Justine, in her innocence, simply applied for a local high school course given during the summer, to young persons who, like herself, had somehow not been properly educated in the requirements dictated for high school. It did not occur to her as she did, to consider what manner of young person might be attending with her, and why, despite their not having attended school in a foreign country, they had been insufficiently educated to the point they were required to attend school during the summer vacation period. Because she had never learned to drive at boarding school, Justine's first exposure to the less protected elements of life arrived on the bus to school her first morning. She was clad in a light summer dress, one she had recently purchased but never worn, and carrying with her several notebooks, a pencil holder, a paperback dictionary, and a box lunch. These she managed to place together and hold under one arm as she stood on the crowded bus holding onto an overhead strap. Because her mother had disliked the California summer heat, she had taken a chalet in Switzerland during summer months, and Justine had joined her there during the school holidays. Her short time at her air conditioned home, and in similarly equipped shops and cars, had taught Justine little about what to expect, and so Justine was poorly equipped for the heat that day. She had begun to perspire the moment she had left the house, and by the time she reached the bus stop many blocks away Justine's light summer frock was, in places, pressed very tightly against her soft, warm flesh. The bus, when she finally got on, was worse, for the air conditioning was not working Justine stood, panting, swaying, occupying a tiny space between the body of an enormous, fat Black woman and a greasy looking, long haired man wearing a soiled undershirt and baggy jeans. Her eyes were half closed as she breathed in shallow breaths, the heat and sweltering humidity robbing her of energy. When she felt a hand on her belly her eyes jerked open and she gasped softly. She was staring over the shoulder of the fat black woman, and as the hand rubbed softly at her belly her heart began to pound and her pulse raced, and a red flush crept over her face. The hand was coming from behind her. She tried to look over her shoulder without being obvious, but with her left arm held up to hold onto the strap that proved impossible. A braver girl would have whirled around and confronted whomever it was, but to Justine, the thought of meeting the eyes of whoever was touching her was just too embarrassing. The fat woman was blocking her way ahead, and the bus was just turning onto a freeway, which meant it was not about to suddenly stop - even if she could reach the bell. She stood, tense to the point of trembling, biting her lip, eyes rolling from one side to the other as the hand gently caressed her moist stomach through the thin summer dress. It went away, and she felt a momentary relief, but then her eyes widened even further as the hand slid onto her bottom and began to squeeze her buttocks through the thin dress. This was much more embarrassing than having a hand on her stomach, and Justine turned beet red, her ears hot as she tried to think of what to do. One of her teachers had once told her to simply ignore girls who were teasing her. The theory behind it was that if they didn't get a rise out of h