She would get you all hot, rubbing your cock through your pants and talking shit, then send you home. All the guys complained about her. I learned y...ars later that she spent high school blowing the wrestling coach almost daily. Anyway…“No! I want to fuck you again. I just can’t believe you mean it.”“I haven’t had a good fuck buddy since college. If you think this felt good, it will only get better. I’m a teacher after all. Just don’t tell a soul anything about this and I will fuck you. . and was in for a rude shock! My son faced away from me, hunched over his computer table. And he was masturbating, all right, moving with furious speed, grunting and twitching. But what really surprised me was the succession of images he was watching in a slide show; all were pictures of me in varying states of undress. I swallowed. My son was jerking off whilst fantasising about me! Not that he knew it, of course, with my head carefully cropped out of each photo. And I could hear him. Arriving, she directed me to a remote parking lot that was nearly empty.Looking around a lot, she pointed to a new Escalade parked by the back of the lot. “Park over there, but not too close to that car, okay?” she said.Sure, why not, I thought. Parking about a hundred feet away, she turned to me and asked me to shut the motor off. I did and she looked at me, took my hand and said, “Love, you wanted to be a Cuckold, so now you are getting what you want. In that car is a guy that I met in the. You know I didn’t want this shit, fuck off and leave me alone.”“Suit yourself,”Michelle does not miss the irritation in her words and the observance gives her a small reason to smile. “Good, hope I really pissed off the bitch,” and she wonders what the time is, the only clock she has seen in the house is the one in the office earlier.For some reason the short interaction with the woman gives her the impetus, to stand to go and sit at the window and face the cheerfulness outside. Her thoughts.