You were like a well-head of life, you brought me to life because before you my entity was merely one of existence without purpose. Oh how I remember ...our lips that first night, full and plump, as crimson as blood, your firm yet yielding flesh fuelling and enriching my utter devotion to your very existence. You gave me a reason to want to live forever in your afterglow.You were majestic, compelling, your Eastern European accent exotic, alluring, elevating. Privileged we were, admittedly, your. So I slowly lifts my dress a little so that my trimmed bushes are seen and loosen my dress by pulling it from the sides of the boobs. Then it becomes more loosen and now the sides of my boobs are also easily seen by all. Then a lady teacher came to principles room and she didn't saw me standing there while she enters. After a little talk with principle she turn back and leaves, she saw me and examines my dressing and smiles at me. After about 45 mins he told me to go to my class and told me to. ‘Yeah, Tom. Homework.’ Her face flushed with anger. ‘Know what you want?’ I looked at her intently for a moment. No one’s ever accused me of being tactful. Or even nice, for that matter. Doing Dad’s dirty work in the Senate, so it was said, had come too easily to me. They had no idea. She was looking at me. Waiting. ‘To eat. You know. Restaurant. Food. Eat.’ Yep, I’d stomped on her toes, alright. ‘How’s the chowder?’ ‘Like Bookbinders, Tom. Best in town.’ She was going to get into this.. Hell, we’ll be arrested."I erm..." I stammered.“Come on, I want this,” she said, her voice soft as a kitten's purr.She took my hand in hers, stroking it with her thumb. Then she gave me that look, the one I found irresistible. It was the same adorable look she’d flashed at me the day I’d agreed that FaceTime was no longer enough, the day we’d arranged to meet in the flesh. And what flesh she had: clear skin so smooth and soft, perfect figure, tight round arse and cute little breasts that.