She even called me big boy, giving my fantasy more juice.I didn’t take notes during her class. But pretended to do so. During those times, I fantasi...ed about fucking the mallu milf teacher on the table and the ways I would be eating her tasty ass. She always thought that I was taking notes during class.Beena was bewildered when she knew about my poor marks. She wanted to help me. This feature is so sexy in teachers. Imagine rubbing your boner with your elbow while pretending to take notes. Aah!. He was out, and wasn't about to help me by walking. I thought I must have hurt Debbie's feelings, because she was no where to be found. I lifted him up on a shoulder, and carried him slowly and carefully up the stairs and dropped him on the bed. Nothing. No movement or wake up. What a drunk. I went through the living room, maybe hoping to catch Debbie to say good night and she wasn't there. I went to my bedroom and started taking off my suit, tie, and shirt. As I undid my shirt she appeared in. “You’re going to give me it, right?” “Of course! Just not right now.” “But I want it right now, I need to be in your ass.” “You just came,” I pointed out laughing, amazed by him. “And? You don’t realize how hard you get me, do you?” “Guess not,” my lips grew into a huge smile. “Spread those legs for me.” “Yes sir.” I did as I was told when he moved in front of me. “Good girl.” “Thank you.” I looked at his cock, and saw it already getting hard. “May I please taste your cock once more? Before. All that was embarrassing enough, but even worse was a new tension, an antsy-ness. Nick used to feel that way only at night before Mommy came to put him to sleep. Now that was not enough. Notwithstanding her warnings not to "play with himself," he just HAD to. He was amazed at how much his "thingy" had grown, how hard it got when he stroked it, and how much white stuff shot all over the shower that first time he experimented. Once he had discovered that his hand with some soap or lotion felt.