Sometimes when I would get home from school, I would go to me room, get into bed and pull my cock thinking of Ms White.My mom would ask if I was ok? ...ut I would just tell her I was tired because of a busy day, but the truth was I was playing with my cock.I would fantasies about things like Ms White keeping me in for detention, or Ms White giving me a lift home the long way, or Ms White asking me to go to her house to fix something, in all the story lines we would end up in bed, on her sofa, on. Her nipples were much harder now and sticking out as well. Gently, I worked my way down to slip my hand into her panties to feel her soft pussy lips. She was so smooth down there except for a slight amount of fuzz on top of her pussy-mound. She was so wet and slippery by then that one of finger slipped deep right into her folds.I cannot say how, I cannot say why but we had both stepped down on the floor and I remember placing my hand on her shoulder and pushing her to the floor. Beth knew the. My top priority was to talk with Sandy. I didn’t relish the conversation. ‘Sandy, I barely have time to breathe this week. I have two showers, our family dinner, the second night of Passover with your family and so many arrangements to go over. I can’t see how I’m going to be able to fit your shower in between now and graduation. ‘I’m really sorry. Of all the people who are going to be involved, you’re my favorite.’ She took a breath. She looked disappointed, but not as much as I had expected.. When that didn’t pan out, she said he was gay, and would turn Henry into a homosexual. It got to a point where whenever his Mother started up on Alex he would just shake his head and, if possible, walk away. In any case, he couldn’t tell his Mother where he was going or who he was going to see.In any case he was glad that his Mother didn’t know about Cindy. He shuttered at the thought of what she would say about her if she found out about Cindy. And what he would say to defend her, if he did at.