As I walked down the hall, I thought about Ms. Thorn. She had taught me two years prior and there wasn’t a day that went by I didn’t fantasize abo...t her. She had long perfect legs that were often displayed underneath a pencil skirt of some sort. Her breasts were perfect. Large enough that she had plenty of cleavage, but not too big. She was only in her early twenties as this was her first teaching gig out of college. She was flirty enough but also aware of the boundaries between her students. The banked fire sizzled behind her.She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and I raised my hands and she skinned it off."Oh damn," she said, making a face and reaching out to touch the wound on my shoulder and then several of the others. She traced a whip mark and felt a bit of a long scar. "You are the hairiest mess I've ever seen. What have you been doing. Looks like you rolled in a briar patch or something."I inched forward and grasped her buttocks, pulling her up on my lap, sliding her open. "Of course stupid” replied Debbie “Mum was doing the filming, when she wasn't actually on her knees servicing Bill. After I told him the story about inserting the doughnuts, his cock wouldn't fit in my mouth anymore, so he came inside mummy instead. He said I needed protection from all that sperm".Angela touched my shoulder: "don't worry we'll soon have her on the pill - I've got us an appointment with that new Dr Sam Browne at the clinic tomorrow".Next Day back home"I had to take off all my. Several times people had mistakenly assumed she was my mother and people would routinely act surprised to find out that we were friends instead of relatives. I could tell that she felt very uncomfortable with society's perception of a woman in her 40's dating a 23-year-old guy, and if for no other reason this prevented her from wanting to get too close to me.She cited the emotional angst from her recent divorce as her reluctance to get involved with anyone romantically and she clearly stated.