"It's called bipolar disorder."Greg's mind whirled. He knew what bipolar meant. People who went between manic and depression. They would be cleaning t...e house at two in the morning during their high points, to not being able to get out of bed from their low points."OK" Greg finally replied quietly. "What does this have to do with..." he looked at his mother.Gayle sighed as she slid onto the couch. She rested a hand on her sons' knee as she finally spoke of the secret she had hidden his entire. The street was packed with thousands of college kids, none of them wearing more than they had to. Each boy was an Adonis, each girl a Venus, one set after another of perfect tits and hair, perfect tans, swimsuits hugging perfectly and exposing perfectly. This was not Robin’s world. Playing the cocktease could be fun on a Friday night after the football game, fumbling in backseats and guest rooms in Boise, Idaho, but that was nothing compared to what she had already seen since arriving here, and. So I didn’t make a move. I just hopped onto the paper, and we started dancing.My cock was already hard from last around, and her pussy was just above the tip of my dick. As I moved, my dicked occasionally poked her pussy. She kept looking towards me the whole time danced, and we kissed again. I didn’t care about the game.I went out of paper, but we kissed each other again. The other couples looked at us, thinking how romantic we were. Then when the game was over we had a dance for a while after. ." SMACK! A hard slap across the face stopped Mia mid sentence."What the fuck did you just call me?" Jenna asked in a stern tone. "One more fuck up and I send the video. What is my name?" Mistress," Mia said, again looking down at the ground."Better, now strip I want to inspect my property." Slowly Mia stripped down to her red lace bra and panties. "Very sexy undies for a teacher. I think they fit a stripper better." Jenna said as she slowly began to circle around Mia. "Lose 'em." Mistress.