”----“I want to suck you,” Connie said.The storm had finally abated into a gentler, steady rain, and we had toweled off and were in her bed, our...bodies enwrapped. Babs was right beside us, looking the other way.“My English teacher gives blow jobs?” I said. “Dreams do come true.”“Hard to believe, I know. It’s been a while, I hope it’s worth it,” she said, and went down.It felt like a dream. She immediately took most of me into her mouth and I massaged her scalp with my fingers, pulling her head. He couldn't help but wonder at her dreams. Were they of him? Of them? Did she miss him as much as he did her?The soft material of the sheet shifted over her hips, baring the curly pelt that covered the mound of her sex. With her legs spread and the moon to light his way, he could glimpse the pink flesh hidden there, the moistness of her desire glistening for him.The sheet slid to the floor in a silky pool of white as he settled back to stare at the beauty he had uncovered. His heart raced in. She turnedhim and herself around, bent over, and pulled his dick into her waitingasshole. The three men around the table talked about what was happening, but Iignored any questions with a wave of my hand, watching what was still happeningwith interest.The secretary slowlygot up off the man in the chair and helped him up. She then sat on her knees inthe chair, backwards, and pulled the man back into her asshole. Her tits werevery red and looked like they'd bruise, but she still groped them. What happened after the drink? Did we both get wasted? Did I get that drunk? Damn, I just don't remember." Another thought entered her mind and she blanched. "Oh, my God. How am I going to face George. I just did what I have been accusing him of doing. But he has been cheating for who knows how long, and I now have the proof," she thought as she realized that she now has the photos. "And I really don't think that I actually had intercourse - at least I'm pretty sure that I haven't." Ohhhh," she.