Or at least not dumb girls who put in no effort. He respected the students that maybe didn’t pass with a 4.0 and struggled through their courses, bu... they made a strong effort to learn the material. That was the type of girl that he could get a hard on from, and still maintain respect. Unfortunately (or maybe not), no such girl had walked through his door all semester. The worst part about being a first year teacher though in a small school, it automatically meant he got to be the after school. “Too bad, she doesn’t say nice things to me any longer,” I replied.After Ester, I went home to deal with Michael. His withdrawal wasn’t violent. He was able to control it. It was possible that he controlled it too well. If he was faking the PTSD symptoms he was damn good at it. However he wasn’t violent, he was just frustrated. I have to admit it is disconcerting to see dead men in your dreams. That is generally the place were I light my pipe. You have to make peace with them, or they will. Bet you got a lot of offers after I left the room, but hope I’m the only one who got your email address. Sorry that your husband doesn’t have much time for you anymore. You sound like a beautiful lady, and beautiful ladies should never be ignored. Wish I could do something to make you feel better (no, I’m not asking to meet you in real life). I’m happily married, in the same boat as your husband, and understand what he is feeling about the situation. Chat rooms are so public (but I guess that’s. Erin's breathing indeed quickened and her pussy remained hot and steamy. After a while she started moaning softly. Now I thought would be a good time to try again. Careful not to appear presumptuous I verbalized my desire to finger her. "Could I slide my hand down there?" I requested. "Uggghh, I know I shouldn't, but okay," Erin responded in a dreamy, horny sort of way.My fingers were greeted with a nice amount of pubic hair and a wet slit. I inserted one finger inside of her and knew.