I Slid it back in forth down my throat and felt him throb against me. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me deeper onto him, taking to ...he hilt and he moaned again. I rose up smiling as he looked at me, dazed, possibly wondering if this was all a fantastic dream or not. I peeled off my panties and took his hand again to show him how much he turned me on. He slipped in a finger to my dripping folds and drew it back out, then plunged in two. I was sitting on his hand whiled he. What a fucking weird pair of people, I thought to myself as I left. They were fun though, so I wasn't prepared to completely abandon them.The next day, Johnny and I have lunch at the nearby deli, and he starts the conversation by asking me:"Aren't you turned on yet?" What the actual fuck dude? What is it you want me to say?" I replied, genuienly fed up. That was so weird. I liked them for their art-loving part, not for their incestuous part, nor in a sexual way, although I had a picture of. Michael interrupted, "Mrs. Kring, I think what Andi is saying is that she is in this class."Kring gave Michael a quizzical stare."Mrs Kring, this is Andi. Andi Lembke." Don't play with me, Michael. I'm not blind. I know what Andrew Lembke looks like, and---" It's me, Mrs Kring," I spoke using my boy voice.A shocked gasp swept over the room. A few murmurs of "fag" and "fucking tranny" could be heard. I felt like crying."Well, Mr. Lembke, unless sanctioned by the school, I can't have you dressed. I watched movies and tried not to think about my sexy wife being fucked all night long by these well hung bastards… Around midnight I heard finally Amelia’s van pulling in our driveway. I waited for more than ten minutes, but neither Ana nor Laura came into the house. Finally, I could no long stand the suspense. I turned out the lights in the living room and opened the blinds. The lights outside illuminated the van and, in addition, Amelia had turned on the inside lights of her vehicle.I could.