It felt good to be back in the school system, even though it was way out of my area of expertise. I usually taught English or History, trying to remem...er how to do Math, and Economics was not on the top things I wanted to return to, but as the saying goes, it's like riding a bike."Remember your homework!" I yelled as the class ran towards the door as the bell rang.I hated having the last class of the day. No one paid attention; all they did was stare up at the walls looking at the clock as it. Aaaaahhhhh ueeeeeee ah ah ah ah shhhhh…. Phir me.unki naval pe gya or uspe lagi choclate bhi chatne lga….bhabhi siskari lene lagi…. Ahhhhhh sssssshhhhh ah ah ah ah uuuuueeeeePhir bhabhi mere lund k pas ae or uspe choclate lagakr use chatne lagi….kya maza tha yr… Phir bhabhi boli tiger kaha se late ho aise idea….mujhe abhi se hi khus kar diya….me bola bs dekhti jao….or unhe lip kiss krne lga….Phir me bhabhi k boobs dabane lga….bhabhi….ah ah tiger ab dal bhi do..kitna tadpaoge….me bola jaisi apki. They were all in bed and sleeping by 11:00 pm. The only thing different was when Bobby was around and his back was turned. Karen would pretend to swoon, lick her lips and bat her eyes at Bill. All in an attempt to make Bill think about her fantasies and get a boner. It worked every time.It had been three days since they had sex except for Bill copping a feel when he kissed Karen good night. Tonight Bill could tell she was feeling randy by the way she pressed against him when he kissed her and. But the grass was greener elsewhere. I’m reserved. Some would say ‘shy’. Let’s be honest; if Fran hadn’t pursued me I’d probably never have got married in the first place. But here’s the weird thing. Where I am now? Hardly conventional. Definitely not conservative. As to boring? Let’s let others decide.Twenty nine years old and still single. Motorcycle. Oscar is like me. He’s not flashy, or exciting. He’s a Royal Enfield Bullet; sixty miles an hour cruise, eighty miles per gallon, often better..