My doorbell rings and when I open the door I see Miriam, one of my students. She is not wearing a coat and is soaking wet. Miriam, whats up? I ask her... Her white blouse semi-transparent, sticking to her little budding titties. I have to force my self not to stare at her little erect nipples. Mister R., I have a flat tire. She tells me with a pouty face. She is one of my favourites. Her gymnast-figure has developed for a year now. Blond hair with a smile to die for. Skinny with the cutest. During our online conversations, I eventually admitted to him that I had previously masturbated to my own mother, which he found to be amusing. And I confessed to him that me knowing even more of her sexual secrets has made me even more attracted to her. As for my mother, it was as if a huge weight was lifted off her chest. She never mentioned him again, but it was obvious that she did based on her changed demeanor and look. The more she saw him, the more relaxed and happier she became. And of. "Never mind about that. My 'favorite kind' is standing right in front of me."She blushed and beamed with happiness. She lowered her head demurely. "You're just saying that." No I'm not. You're gorgeous. And so fuckin' stacked!" He reached out and squeezed her ample tit-flesh. "I love your eyes, your face, even your glasses. Everything! Turn around slowly so I can see all of you and the sexy apron you're wearing." Okay!" She stepped back a few feet and pirouetted completely around to show off. I went to the back of the room and leaned against the wall, giving me the view of the entire room. No chance of a backstabbing this way.The man who stood at the centre of the room just flashed an amused smile at me, probably having gauged some of my thoughts. Judging by the confidence he displayed and the fact that most occupants were now looking at him after the brief gawking in my direction, I presumed that he was the host of this evening.A girl entered the room shortly afterwards, prompting.