”“That’s a very sensible approach. Your Dad has his head screwed on right.”Wesley blushed again. Jan half smiled. She had said screwed.He took...a sip of his drink.“Thank you Miss, this tastes nice.”“My pleasure Wesley. My thanks to you for not being the worst boy in class. Although now I think about it..” And Jan smiled.“What Miss? Did I do something wrong?”“Well Wesley, what happens is that a teacher always has good hearing. And sometimes she hears things said about her that might be deemed. He smilied at us as he stepped out of the bus," Hey mom! Hey dad! I missed you guys." He ran up and gave them a group hug. We have not seen Alex in almost a year now and sense the last time I saw him I had grown up quite a bit. My chest is no longer flat, my hair is longer, and my more rounded child like featureshave turned into sharp ones. I was radiating confidence. Alex backed away from them to look at me. I saw him check me out from head to toe but I dont think my parents noticed. I was. The sights and attractions of Europe were but passing scenery he enjoyed between efforts to find and have sex, upwards of 20-25 times a week with over a dozen partners.Chad did his best to keep up with him, but at a less-frantic pace ... his hard cock was put to work maybe 2/3 as much as Ryan’s and he was very happy with that. Chad’s bisexual indulgences and desires had always been far less than Ryan’s, but in randy Europe, it was a side of him that opened up more and more. He felt more free to. I was still rubbing myself as she pushed me against the wall and let the door close behind me. For a moment, we stared at each other, unsure what would happen next. Then she lunged forward and kissed me deeply. My knees almost gave out, but she was still pressing me against the wall.“Oh god,” I gasped, breaking our kiss after what might have been days, but probably only seconds. “I need you. Please. Please.”She was breathing hard, and her cheeks were flushed, but she nodded and dropped to her.