She didn’t really smile; she just looked very intent on what she was doing. It was obvious, though, that she wanted me to see and was interested in ...y reaction to it all. My reaction was an erection. The next thing I knew my own cock was hard, straining against my jeans. But I was trying to keep looking distant and disinterested. The kind of look you see from people on a subway train—that vacant stare at nothing; despite the fact that in this case a comely girl is giving a guy a hand job five. As he stared at her breast through her shirt he asked "may I?" gesturing to pull her shirt top out and look inside. "Go ahead" she said. so he did. he pulled the front of her shirt out and let his finger roam inside across her rock hard nipples. "let's go outside and talk" he said. They stepped out of the door into a dark hallway. he grabs her and kisses her. she looked surprised at first but then she deepened the kiss. the door opened and they jumped apart. he pulled up up the stairs to the. Her glances were enough to make his cock twinge eager to plunge into her depth. She looked beautiful with the sunlight coming through the window casting a halo around her highlighting her best features. Finally unable to sit still any longer, he stood up drawing the shades as he moved to stand behind her. "Your shoulders seem tense, long day?" He gently swept took a handful of her hair to the side exposing her warm skin. Placing his hand on her shoulders, he gently began massaging her muscles.. I guessed that I felt betrayed kinda. It was like finding out that Mr. Evans wasn't perfect and I wanted him to be. My mom I could understand. Maybe. Depending on circumstances. She wouldn't have invited Josh's dad over and like seduced him, I knew that much. So yeah, I decided I wasn't really mad at Mom, not especially anyway, but Mr. Evans ... That hurt. It would hurt Josh for sure and he'd be mad at my mom probably. Josh could even be mad at me and that really bummed me out. Even if he.