I'll see you tomorrow. Ms. Bjork, a minute.”I nodded my head.Ms. Rowbottom drifted to me as the students filed out. We had a short window of privacy...before the next class arrived. I trembled as she stood over me. I rose, my large breasts swaying. When the door closed and we were alone, the tension melted out of me.“I'm a mess,” I gasped, throwing my arms around Keisha's neck. I clung to my sexy, older futa-lover. I buried my face into the nape of her neck, breathing in the spice of her perfume.. One of the things that also went by the wayside was the wonderful full days Sarah and I spent in bed loving one another. I really can't remember when I first noticed the "death" of our love life and the arrival of it's alleged replacement-the "quickie" but it was all brought to my attention with the arrival of a new minister to our community church.We never noticed when he arrived but over a short period of time more and more of our friends began talking about him and the wonderful changes he. "God damn it Mouse! Put on your fucking seatbelt!" But Aunt Fox, I really really have to go! Really!" I twisted in my seat back and forth and shoved my hands down between my legs."And I told you we'd be home shortly! You're nine for Christ's sake! Hold it in!" She lit a new cigarette from the one she was holding and tossed the old one out the window. "And put your fucking seatbelt back on!"I groaned and twisted to grab the seat belt. The pain passed slight and moved down. I felt the pressure. ."Turning to the sales lady, mom asked to speak to the manager, then, whenshe appeared, mom told her all about the show, pointing to me, tellingher that I was going to be one of the entrants, and asked her if shewould be my sponsor! The lady looked over at me with doubt written on herface, but when mom assured her that I was a boy, and could prove it, shesmiled, then laughed!"Okay, I'll sponsor her, but in return, she'll have to use our products.That way I can use the charity show as a write.