)Later at lunch the kids were razing me.Lots of luving Dad. Good and Chunky, Good and Chunky.Little could I know the kids were thinking of her too.I... got a lot worse. I would fantasize about Joan all day.One day I got an Email from my oldest, Terry.It was a kidnapping story with the subject: Give You any Ideas Dad?I started to think of Joan that way.The boys would make comments. One morning I woke up and found a photo of Joan the boys had takenand it was covered in cum.That evening we were. She hoped it was Candy being a slut at the adult-book store that she’d mentioned in her last DVD.She suddenly felt a little guilt thinking of her daughter the slut, that went away when the screen lit up with her happy little girl. The guilty feelings were being replaced with feelings of lust more and more as the tapes arrived.“Hi mom, it’s me your little slut again. I have a new experience to share. This is another of my favorite ways to fuck ... Now that I think about it, I like all ways of. But we think this combination of guests could be the perfect scenario.” She squeezed Jason’s thigh. Marie cleared her throat and spoke again. “Yes. And from what they tell me about Jason, he’s packing something pretty hefty inside those jeans. I’d like to see it myself!”So this is why it got weird. They want to pop my blowjob cherry. And in the middle of a pandemic, no less. But I had to admit I was curious. And intrigued. So I signaled yes. I would probably live to regret this. I HOPED I’d. They would be graduating in a couple of weeks and would never see her again. When the last of them left, she closed the door and walked back to my desk She looked at me for a minute and then sat down on my desk, her bare thigh mere inches from my arm, her ankle touching lightly against the outside of my thigh. "Are you as good as everyone tells me you are?" "Excuse me, Mar….ah…Miss Carlson?’ "No, Stevie…can I call you Stevie? I’d like us to become friends since our student/teacher relationship.