I used to have a teacher with that name back in high school and stupid me forgot to ask her if there was any relation when I set up the interview. I w...uld just have to wait and see. I figured it couldn’t be the same Ms. Thompson but part of me was really hoping it was. When I was in high school she was my English teacher and she was really young having just graduated college herself. I had always thought she was sexy and yes, I fantasized about her more than a few times. She didn’t seem to date. Then she lays on her back, spreading her legs and putting her hands behind her head. I can’t take my eyes off her big perky tits. “That’s right daddy, those are next. First I want you to brush my pussy.” I must look confused. “The bristles, daddy. Directly on my pussy. I want to feel it.”I place one hand on her fuzzy pubis. And the other grips the brush handle. Lightly I run the brush up and down her young cunny. Listening to the rasp of horsehair bristles on soft flesh. She groans loudly at. 'Back with her mum, poor thing, in the middle of nowhere with just her vibrator for company. I'm going down this weekend to see her and charge her batteries'.' She giggled at her own joke and went to make a start on supper.Angela appeared at the supper table to make the announcement, Frau Kurtz had a head attack, Karl and Ulrika looked overjoyed, and I stayed quiet and tried to look surprised and pleased. After the meal we went up to what I was beginning to think of as the teaching suite, and. " What?" she said in confusion."Ask me. Tell me what you want me to do." Please take me," she said timidly not sure what Lars wanted. "Be descriptive, use your imagination. Tell me exactly what you want from me." Make love to me," she pleaded. "Not like that. Be dirty." Fuck me?" Better," Lars said, "but try something like 'Lars put your cock in my cunt and bust my cherry. Then ride me until your balls empty your cum into my wet cunt.' Feel free to paraphrase." Her face turned a bright red.