"Come over sometime and I'll teach you to ride," she said looking at the floor. She blushed again."I'd love to. Maybe sometime after school this week?... OK."Paul remembered Miss Dillard, the Civics teacher. He had hated her the first time around and was probably going to this time. She was as condescending as a person could be. It didn't matter if she were speaking to a student or a parent. Hmm, did he see himself in her? She was nit-picking when she graded papers. Miss Dillard didn't care if. It was a small company and everyone pitched in.I met my husband Phil at a Starbucks near where I worked. Physically he was exactly the type of man I was drawn to. He was about 6' tall and around 200 pounds. He wasn't a bit fat, but looked as if he had a hard body under his suit. As far as the rest of the package was concerned, he had dirty blond hair, a pleasant smile and the softest brown eyes I had ever seen.When our eyes met the first time, I felt as if I was looking into soul of a small. " Her smile made me a little more at ease, and mentioned that at least this "feast" will be done in some privacy upstairs."I see you have not travelled here very often my dear. You see the fine chair being brought over to the hearth? Well, that is to be our 'bed' and the 'feasting' will be done in front of everyone here, so as to be witnessess and get a wonderful show. Besides i like to have my pussy eaten in front of others - ah now, i see that you did not know of that particular part of the. Kyle smiled. “You should be in bed. You have a big game tomorrow.” “I had to come see you. Something is wrong with you.” Hey smirked. “I am fine, Katie. I am just tired. It has been a long week.” “You are lying. Tell me the truth.” He sighed heavily, and she knew that he was keeping something from her. The moment he kissed her, though, her thought became jumbled. He pulled her close as he pulled off her shirt, the only garment covering her naked form. Katie palmed his cock, stroking it gently.