I use to fantasies about her dark boobs sucking and milking them till it gets dry. InitiallyI use to teach the baby at hall and then she asked to go t... her bed room since her hubby use to watch TV in full volume at hall. I use to look at her under garments lying there and ask the child to bring water and smell her panty or bra. Her feminist use to make me mad and I use to day-dream about her every day. Her husband is contractor and use to work long times sometimes late night too.One day her. The bra was pushing her breasts together creating an almost perfect cleavage. Her panties weren't the type I'd fantasised about. They weren't the thong type I'd imagined. As she turned slowly, I could see that the sheer material totally covered her generous ass cheeks and hugged the swell of her pussy tantalisingly.I never wore anything in bed so was sitting totally naked at the computer, completely forgetting that I wasn't alone in the room. I hadn't realised the effect that she was having on. She wasn't the type of person who liked confutation but she wasn't afraid to fight for what she believed in. Which means she isn't a push over by any means believe me I know from experience. She would also do anything for love as long as it didn't go against her beliefs or so she thought.When she was fourteen she met a boy by the name of Brandon who she instantly fell head over hills for with a little push from me now I wish I would have just left her alone about the whole situation you'll. I smiled to myself.I put on my robe and went in search of Martin. In the kitchen I found his note GONE FISHING. I frowned. I needed to know how he felt, his thoughts, his emotional state. I needed to talk to him.What would I say when he asked me how I was? The truth. It had been unbelievable. The guys had ignited a fire inside me that had burned bright and even now gave a warm feeling inside. After Martin had left the bedroom, the guys and I had partied hard. They had fucked me over and over.