He had his art, and that was enough for him. He became adept at ignoring the utter loneliness he felt inside. He never complained, and he convinced ...imself that he was content with his life.He was astonished one morning when the pretty girl that he admired so much stopped by his easel and studied his half-completed seascape. Immersed as he was in his work, she startled him when she spoke: “That’s a beautiful painting, sir,” she stated softly. He turned toward her, and jumped slightly when. Dad wasn’t due back till Friday night and I’d spent yesterday afternoon with a new, even raunchier book. I did have a nagging feeling last night that I wasn’t as alone as I usually was when I laid on my bed eager to touch myself. I felt it the night before too. Perhaps this was what was unsettling me right now and as I opened my eyes to stand and make my way back into school I hadn’t heard him approach. He startled me. It was my English teacher. He grabbed my arm to stop me falling and for an. She just looked around smiling at me. I could see straight down her blouse, stammering I asked for a pen and she pointed to her desk. She never stood up like she was posing for me. I walked over to her desk, she said they are right there knoding her head at the pen holder. Man was she sexy. Any ways as I reached for the pen she stood up her face slowly passing the developing hard on in my pants could have sworn I heard her say interesting as she did. Her nipples were hard pressing against. My legs were spread apart once I was up on my knees. I knew what was coming next. A cock pushed into my pussy causing me to moan into Amanda’s pussy. Russell started pounding my pussy making it hard to concentrate on eating pussy.It was then I remember what Amanda wanted to try. I was afraid at that point if the guys came again they might not be able to get it up for another round. I looked back at Russell, “Hold on, Amanda is going to switch with me.” I pulled Amanda from my husband’s cock..