”Teresa was an apt student and responded with alacrity to her mother’s offer of helping her learn the art of love.“Hold the head in your mouth a...d lick very slowly around the edges. Imagine that head penetrating your tiny pussy and filling you with oceans of baby-making cream. Don’t you wish you had a baby of your own?”Teresa’s teenage body quivered at the images her mother’s words aroused in her mind. “Unh huh”, she mumbled around the head of my cock, still lodged behind her pearly teeth.“Put. I nodded, but was still looking at her body. She chuckled.“Why do I get this sense of gymnophoria all of a sudden?” She asked in a cute voice. I snapped out of m trance and stared into her eyes. They were luminous, dark eyes, so dark that I fancied the thought that they were completely black.“Sorry, I was just, er, deep in thought, it had nothing to do with you. I’m Eli, and you must be the other Ms. Maurice?” I asked. She shook her head. “No no, no,” She said. “I’m only s*******n, Ms. Maurice. " I would?" I asked, a bit of shock creeping into my voice. "Well, thankyou, Lance, but we're not in prison, thank goodness!" It was a joke,and in a way it wasn't."Kim, I want to take you out." Take me out? You mean as a girl?" That's exactly what I mean," he said."That's not who I am!" I said, finally overcome with self-consciousshame and humiliation, recalling all the sissy names and high schoolbullying I had been through. "I'm sorry, Lance, but I think I need toleave."Lance stood up. . "Bunny, you know he should be warned about things like that. At his age, it's bound to come up. He should be aware of the danger. In fact, I know it comes up." Bea started laughing loudly, and that is when I realized that she had been drinking quite a bit. She acted as if she was trying to have a good time, but it almost seemed like she was making an effort not to cry at the same time. Bea was always cracking jokes and teasing people, but I started thinking that she wasn't as happy about.