Is this really her? Is this the girl that I have shared my life with for over a year? Then he sees the one thing that melted his heart the first time ...e saw a picture of her, except this time he sees it in person…her smile. He stands up as she slowly walks towards him. She stops 12 inches away from him, not knowing what to do now. She sticks her hand out and says ‘Hi, my name is Sara.’ He closes the 12 inches between them in a couple steps and pulls her in to a hug he has been wanting to give. Still shaken by her troubles, she tried to continue a normal life. Calculus was just the class for her. She was forced to focus, but she still felt empty. At least the class filled empty time. Time she would had spent at home, in her empty house or at work. She had never noticed her teacher before. She had taken his classes, starting from College Algebra. She felt comfortable with this teacher and his style of teaching. Through the years, she had befriended him, well both her husband and she.. She just kept crying. I could tell that she was trying to pray, but all that was coherent was the occasional "Please" and "Jesus." That was okay with me. I thrust away into her cunt thinking about her wedding night some fourteen years ago. Her inexperienced husband, a boy still, really. Neither of them knowing anything about what to expect, other than their urges and attempts to read between the lines of the Song of Solomon. Her then-new husband pawing at her young, firm, virginal breasts. Her. They had the same sense of humour and enjoyed teasing each other. John was fairly tall for his age, already towering over his older sister. He played sports so was growing strong quickly and had caught the attention of several local girls."Heading into town in a bit with some friends to do some shopping, i cant wait!" she responded."Ah right, well have fun and while your out you might want to buy some new bras for those bad boys" he said pointing at her tits.Tamara looks down and sees her.