Hoak was one of the more respected teachers in the school amongstboth genders.She was one of the few teachers who actually treated boys like they were...quals rather than just potential househusbands."Good afternoon, class," Ms. Hoak greeted us as she entered theclassroom, briefcase in hand. We all returned a similar greeting as shetook her seat behind her desk. Ms. Hoak's class was always the first oneafter the lunch break and she liked to take her time during it so she wasalways the last one to. There was one older guy I had a drink with, he knew my father way back during his shipbuilding days when I was just a small girl and we chatted and he remarked how suddenly different I looked to him, he took hold of my hand and have it a squeeze and I reciprocated and saw his eyes drop down the my long thighs, "I love girls who wear stockings", he said, his voice sounded distant and different, "Even your friends daughters", I retorted, I don't know why I uttered those words, but no sooner had I. I would move out for a gulp of air then dive deep once again sucking,stroking,kissing her warm vagina. I already a huge erection but it was my MIL who took the Honors. She went wild gyrating her butts shoving in and out and groaning loudly and shamelessly. Then she climaxed like a cloud burst gushing copious amounts of her love juices all over my face on the table and on the floor. The vaginal muscles sneezes tightly and spasmodically as one climax followed another.for several minutes. I think. ’ I felt no embarrassment or shame in referring to my period so very frankly, for I had made up my mind by then that any man who recoiled in disgust to that natural fact of life was not worth my time or affection. James was the first man I had so entrusted, and he did not let me down. Without another word, he continued to stroke me into a lather while I rubbed his hardness merrily. Soon I felt the carpet fall away as he swept me gently onto my bed, still clad in my brassiere, and slipped one.