Coming to the story I got a mail from a lady to give feedback to my previous story.I too gave replay.Our chatting continued for some days.One fine day...she mailed me that her husband was going to a business trip to Bombay for a week.And she also informed me that she wanted to meet me at her place.She then gave me her number and address.On the day of her husband went to Bombay she called me and told me to come.I went to the address she gave ,her house at jublii hills.It was a big building and the. Many suggestions were made: he just wanted to know more about me, he was verifying some of the information he got from Professor Belton, or I had done something he wasn't expecting. For that matter, all of those ideas made sense.No matter the reason for Dr. Livingston's sudden departure, it put much of the urgency I had tried to convey to my girls into all of us. Everyone chose to meet either at Jeri's house or Savannah's house.Mandy, Chloe, Yvonne and I went to the latter. Chloe drove, Mandy. "It was rather obvious," she said with a giggle. "He apparently doesn’t bother with any sort of restraint. He seems to have a constant erection even in the classroom." The talk was having the desired effect on me. My cock was slowly coming to life. "They asked me to attend a party next weekend with them." She said. "Ah, I see little Mark is rising to the occasion." Little Mike was indeed rising. I mentioned that we should go to the party with them and she laughed and told me that she didn’t. Right before I started high school I broke my hand at school. I didn't know it was broken, I had thought I had just sprained my hand. When I came home I asked Samantha to look at it. While she examined my hand, I could see down the front of her scrub top. She was wearing a neon pink lace bra. I could feel my cock stiffening, until she applied pressure on my hand and the pain brought me back to reality.When I was 17 Mrs. Michaels and her husband got divorced. There were a lot of stories going.