In my mind, I imagine what might have happened if I had invited Isabella into my room. I imagine her lips hot and frantic on mine. Her fingers slippin... my dress from my shoulders, then caressing my body. My hand slips between my legs as in my mind's eye she dips her head, cupping my ass in her hands...I cum quickly before drifting off into a dream of rolling waves and tangled limbs. *In the morning, guilt sets in about the events of last night. What would my husband say? I step into the shower. "I think that's everything," I said. "So for lack of better way to say it, I'm tired and frustrated. And I think things aren't as rosy as I hoped."Mom looked deep in thought. "I respect her for wanting to not rush into anything. But I don't agree with her expecting you to do her work. But after considering everything else... I don't think she's that into you, honey. I know that's harsh, but that's my honest assessment." I sighed. I had my suspicions but what mom said made sense." Well I guess I. We slowly undressed each other, kissing bits as we uncovered them. She was tall and slender but not bony, with small, perfectly shaped tits. Her nipples were tiny, almost like a man's, but they quickly became rock hard. When we were fully unclothed I got a spare mattress to put on the floor and we lay on it.I glanced over at Dave and my mother on the couch. He was eating her, really going to town. The way my mother was responding I figured he knew what a clitoris was. Wait until she got to the. She would come back to herself with a start, worried that perhaps she had actually screamed aloud.When the final bell rung she was filled with relief. There was still gymnastics practice, but hopefully she could pretend to not feel well and leave early. Given how little concentration she had, it was ridiculous to attempt any complex routine.Walking towards the girls' locker room, Jennifer suddenly paused next to a classroom. The fantasy came back to her instantly -- her, in a classroom, bent.