In that moment Ashley’s face and her beautiful naked body danced in my head but something was different, something was not the same. She was not as ...eautiful as my mother writhing on the couch in the middle of the night under the pale moonlight. My eyes were fully enamored with watching my mother masturbate unknowingly in front of me but not my whole body, my hand wandered from the side of my hip across to my midsection, I did not have to go down any length to realize that I had a huge erection. She is... I know she is," the beautiful dark-eyed girl replied. "She... she wants you for herself... She'd die if she ever knew I was here with you like this... I'm certain of that." What makes you so sure?" he asked, pressing her drink toward her and leaning onto the bar, his somewhat glazed eyes searching hers with new interest."Oh God, Jamey, don't you suppose I can see what's been going on?" she said, pretending at sagaciousness. "And... and don't try to tell me that she hasn't tried to. "is that better" she asked "can you see more clearly now"?. Could i see more clearly???she had sat back down with her kness just about as far apart as she could get them with her skirt high around her thighs. The view was astounding, yes she was wearing stockings, I gazed in wonderment at the naked flesh between her stocking tops and her white panties, my fantisy fullfilled, a mature woman in the office wearing stockings and suspenders. I reached out and stroked her leg carefully with my hand. ’ ‘Bitch, this is the way a real cock feels, not that white-boy dick Mr. Thomas hits you with.’ After what could not have been a minute, just as Mrs. Thomas was getting wet, Terrell took his cock away. ‘Maybe Mrs. Thomas wants it up the ass,’ he said. Mrs. Thomas shook her head, but it was dark, and she didn’t say ‘no.’ With his hand around her throat, Terrell could have thought Mrs. Thomas had nodded. It doesn’t matter. Terrell pushed his teacher harder against the wall, pressing her tits.