I wondered if she had witnessed any of the activity with Andres.“Olivia, please come in and have seat.”“Zak, I hope that I am not interrupting a...ything. I only have a few questions on the assignment. I know you like to give personal attention to your students,” said Olivia.I knew the way she was looking at me and talking that she overheard the conversation with Andres. I was wondering if she saw anything. When she sat down her skirt rose high up her thigh and she did not pull it down. I was. After a few more drinks he asked me if I knew that he was bisexual, I said yes the wife had mentioned it. He asked if I had a problem with bisexual/gay men I told him not at all. Feeling brave due to the alcohol, I said now we're on the subject, would he mind answering a question for me and he said of course not. I asked if the two of us were on the same sports team would he get turned on by looking at my cock in the showers after the game. He said not necessarily unless he fancied me or he. I close my eyes and let the sounds flood my ears and the warm late afternoon sun bathe my face. I just catch myself before I reach out for Tom’s hand, and I think back to the first time, to when it all began for the two of us. It was in my junior year of high school. My name is Lynn Bryant. In my junior year I was five foot five, with blue eyes and dark blonde hair down past my shoulders. I wasn’t skinny but, as were most of the girls then, was fairly slim and in pretty good shape physically.. The fullness of her deep cleavage making my cock strain to be freed to slide between them. I reached out and grabbed the sides of her tits, squeezing and pressing them together. I pushed her a bit roughly back onto the bed, biting and kissing her from lips to nipples and back again. She was like the softest cushion under my hard muscular chest. I sucked her pink nipples and mouthfuls of her flesh all over her breasts, feeling her squirm under the press of my body. I sat up to my knees, and.