Todd was inflamed with passionate desire and wanted only one thing.He pulled the hem of Chrissy's dress to her waist and slipped his hand beneath the ...lastic of her frilly girly panties. They were already soaking and he snorted in derision at her slutty submission."You are one hot number Miss!"His thought was punctuated by the sound of his hand slapping her naked white rump with startling severity."Oh my God! You can't spank me. I am the teacher. No, go ahead. Give it to me good. I am a bad. Things were at least normal, and I didn't want them to get worse because of my own horniness. My hand would just have to do.I felt a little let down again the day before dad was supposed to get back, because I knew that with him gone there was at least a chance for me with mom again. I went upstairs to use the bathroom, and as I did I heard the phone ring. When I came back out, I heard mom yelling on the phone. "You'll be back when!?! That's another fucking week! What about your family?", then. She started to smile and put boots back on the floor, I went to sit back down and she said, “Sit on the floor,” in a seductive tone. I did not have to be told twice. She continued with the lesson as if nothing was wrong. She kept on brushing her feet by my face, I was rock hard and I am sure she knew it. She put her toe on my lips and I let out a moan, she stared to laugh and said, “This is really turning you on isn’t it?” I just nodded. “Do you want to smell my feet?” I took her feet into my. . . I could probably get laid tonight if I called my ex, the art student with daddy issues. . . . 636 . . . I stopped and faced her door. Was she even home? Would she even want to see me. That made me feel better. I had probably pissed her off. With that thought, I turned and started back. The door opened. “Hey, Jack,” a familiar voice said. “Where ya going, Jack?” Slowly, I turned back to her. She leaned casually against the door frame. Her long, black hair fell loosely over her shoulders,.