I liked that thought and carried on with my slow, luxurious wanking session.“What are you fantasising about?”“You really wanna know?”“Yes”...��I’m imagining your pussy getting wet and your pussy lips swelling up.”“Dirty bastard!”“It's only fair - you're getting a good view of my hard cock.“Oh God, I’m getting so wet.”“I like making you wet - I like the thought that I'm turning you on.”“Well you're doing that alright.”“Why don't you show me?”She lost the battle with her shyness and lifted the hem of. He says if I saw you at a bar or on the street; I would thinkhot chick or lets fuck or something; not oh my God, Tony, my straight,happy hour, cubicle buddy. We both laugh. I say, well I guess Sandy didan excellent job. He sighs, with a scary lustful sound and says, mostdefinitely. After making the rounds, more drinks and lots of questions; I tellSandy that I need some air. She is in the mean time talking to our bossabout some project and trip and has lost her attention on me. I grab the bottle. Me: You spent a lot of time chatting today, found anyone special today?Mom: Not yet, just had chat with random guys. All were filthy guys.Me: I know what they must have asked you.Mom: Tell me, what they have asked me?Me: They must have asked your age and figure, and complimented you. Then they must have asked for sex and all.Mom: Hmm, you are right. By the way, you also spent too much time. I saw that you were online all the time. Did you get someone special?Me: Yes, I am chatting with 2 girls.. I think about telling him to stop but I don’t. A wave of intense pleasure and fear overwhelms me. His mouth feels warm and strong and I gradually allow myself to sink deeper into its greedy, mind-numbing bliss. HOT FOR TEACHER. I see the letters written in pale yellow chalk on the green board. Mr. Tracy sips from his mug. KNOWLEDGE. His voice echoes in the distance. FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE...A rush like a million white-hot stars shoots up from my stomach and out through the top of my head..