I got up, slowly walking to her desk. I knew the rest of my class could see my ass; and read what it says. I got to her desk, staying in front of it. ... asked a few questions about class. I figured I was there for about 5 minutes; and said, "Mrs. Lamb, I would love to lick your pussy someday, soon I hope."She laughed, then said, "Well, you little whore you'll be licking my pussy soon. But not in class like Mrs. King had you do. Now go sit down."I turned around so she could see my ass, walking. I watched her wait for me to continue, her excitement plain on her face. I didn’t, instead forcing her to ask again. “Want to come inside?”“Just for a minute.” I followed her into the living room. I sat down almost in the same spot where she had fingered my ass the week before.“So,” she began, “are you going to let me watch?”“First,” I said grinning, “first you have to ask me for exactly what you want.”“Ok then. Amos,” she began, this time using her breathy, sexy voice “will you let me. I know I'm human and you're not, but can I get you pregnant?"Anya ran a hand across the few hairs on his chest that Travis owned. "Would you like to make a baby with me?" she teased.Travis found himself getting tied up in knots in his guts. He sat up in bed suddenly regretting letting this woman-child seduce him, "You look like a kid; you tell that you are way older than me; your father is some bad-ass power trip chief; and, I don't want to be a daddy today." Relax, lover," Anya offered with a. She glanced sideways at his trousers and was interested to note a horizontal crease line. It wasn’t an ordinary crease more a bulge instead and it went almost to the edge of his trousers. ‘Wow.’ She thought quickly. “Oh can you help me in the kitchen please Jonathan? I need some items from the top cupboards there’s a ‘step up’ in there. If you can also do a little drying for me first, I’ll show you what I need.” She was referring to contents of the kitchen cupboards and not of his tight.