I had to get my hand in my pants without him hearing or seeing me. As I masturbated, while watching one of my teachers wank, I must have closed my ey...s, because the next thing I knew. There was Mr. Monroe standing right there asking me what I was doing. Mr. Monroe was a very emotional man who usually had a soft , gentle voice, but not this time. “What do you think you are doing in my house? That is not lady like and you know it!”“Well what you were doing wasn’t all that gentlemanly. I run my hands over Johns perfect chest, tracing the his mussels with my fingers. He has my name tattooed, just above his heart. 'Ella', it says. I wonder is he will get a 'R.I.P' tattooed before it when I die. Johns hands slip under my own shirt, feeling me the same way I felt him. I don't have a bra on as most days I don't even go out of the house. He takes my shirt of, throwing it to the same corner I threw his to. He then begins to trace the curves of my breasts, my ribs and finally my. . And touches me softly on the cheek... My eyes staring into yours...softly I smile...I move closer toward you... My arms wrapped around your neck...our lips meeting...softly...the touching of our lips...parting...our tongues meeting... Tasting and exploring each other...your hands slide down my sides...over my hips...along my thighs... Your gentle, caressing touch sending shivers up my spine... Our kiss deepens as I suck at your tongue...drawing you deeper into my sweet mouth... My soft moan. " I said, trying to be as sympathetic as I could be."It certainly is. I love being pregnant, but getting around with this can be challenging. And moving while pregnant adds a whole new dimension to it!" I can imagine. Well, anytime you need help Stacy, feel free to call on me. I'd be willing to do whatever I can to help." Thank you, Alan. That means a lot. I don't know anyone here yet and I miss having someone to talk to. Tim is going to be gone every day all day long during school so I won't.