It was close to 4pm. I only had a few more minutes before the last bell to go home. I had just moved in my Grand Mothers basement about a week ago. Sh... was always out playing Bingo or at church. It was a good thing. My parents were no longer in the picture. I was going to drive my old clunker home. It was a late model with some huge rims and big speakers. It got bad gas mileage but it turn heads.I was still single. I had just broke up with a girl at the beginning of school. She caught with her. She was breathing heavily and kissed her hard. I removed her bra and started licking and biting her boobs. I always love foreplay more than just fucking. I pinched, bite, sucked her boobs so much. She kept on moaning holding my head ooohhh yees aaaahh rriiissshhii succkkk me haardd..I removed her leggings and started licking her pussy over her panties. They were wet as hell. Bit her pussy as well and she cummed. I looked at her and she was so satisfied. I came up and kissed her hard and again. ”With a sheepish look I said, “It’s called ‘Anna’s Song,’ Mrs. Mendoza.”Anna gave Mrs. Mendoza a sharp look, sat back down on my lap, and gave me another long kiss. Mrs. Mendoza laughed and turned back toward the kitchen without saying another word.We spent the next two hours with me playing and singing. Eventually, Anna told me she had to go help get ready for the dinner rush.As she was rising from her chair I asked, “Do you remember our dance at your quinceañera?”“Of course, I do. Like it was. ‘You need to get away, now! Please, please let me help you get away!’ she said, begging me to listen. I shook my head and looked down at the floor, not wanting to see the pain in her eyes. ‘You poor, stubborn woman!’ she said, and guided me to the chair. It seemed that her hands were even softer and gentler that day, as if she was trying to take all of my pain and all of my worries away. She brushed my hair back from my face and let her hands linger on the top of my head, as if trying to push.