That night, I lay in bed thinking of the day’s events, I was very turned on, and slowly began to touch my self in a slow deliberate manner that made...me very excited. I drifted off to sleep about an hour later without climaxing. The next day, Ronnie called me to ask if I wanted to go swimming again. I said “Yes” at once. Donning my favorite bright red spandex Speedo briefs, I put my very tight and short jeans shorts on over my Speedo and rode to the beach. Within a half hour he arrived and. I watch as the students exit the classroom, waiting for them all to be gone so I can rub one out. She pretends she's looking for a paper as the rest of the class exits. I watch her as she walks over to me. "Enjoyed the show?" she asks, grabbing onto my tie lightly and giggling. I sit speechless. She lets go of my tie and pouts at me then walks out of my room. I'm left with a raging hard-on and anger.After I get home, the event still continues to replay throughout my mind over and over. Does she. To distract herself, she thought of all the things this man was going to do to her body. It'll be an adventure, he'd messaged her the first night they started talking. That promise is what she was counting on. Her husband wasn't the adventurous type. Shelly wanted to be tied down to the bed, teased and whipped. She wanted to pull over on the side of the road on their way home from somewhere because they were too passionate to wait. He satisfied her, but her sex life needed more... more than. I saw my mother waiting for me. I told her "It happened again, mommy" She started to whisper: "Shhhh....not so loud, okay? Now, hop up on the desk and pull down your shorts" After hoping up on my principal's desk, I pulled my aching cock from my shorts and said, "Is that better, mommy?" As my mother began to stroke my cock, I see her checking her watch every couple of seconds. "What's wrong, mommy?" I asked. She looked down at her watch and says "Nothing, honey. It's just that, I was cooking.