"Any time; all the time."Chris drew her closer while she kept one hand upon his prick, feeling a slow thickening of the fabulous meat beneath her fing...rs. "We'll have to take special care of you," he said. "Since you're relatively new to all the things we've been doing with each other. I think we should make you the center of attraction now, the star of our show."Giving her a quick kiss, Chris dropped off the barstool and took her by the hand to lead her toward the children. Robbie and Bettina. .. Was this all in my imagination? She wasn't saying anything. She was spooning up her own plate and grabbing some lemon-baked chicken. I gathered my own food and ate at it, tense, waiting.What would I do if she did figure it out? Had I gotten my friend in trouble?As I sat next to Mrs. Alberts, naughty thoughts built in my mind. She was a beautiful woman. She wore a comfortable blouse and a pair of mom jeans. She was in great shape. Fit. Trimmed. As gorgeous as my own mother. This naughty itch. She stroked his hair. 'You haven't had nightmares for a long time now, ' she said. 'I thought you'd grown out of them.'The young man didn't answer, but put his arm round her waist and hugged her tightly.She became aware of her son's bare chest pressing against her breasts, and his legs tangled with hers, and she felt an unbidden tingle of responsiveness. Recently, she'd noticed him looking at her strangely, and staring at her legs and body.At first it had amused her, and almost unconsciously. The girl, even in the darkness, covered her face to try to hide her shame as he stood over her wanking every last drop of his sperm onto her naked body below him. ***"A more civilised way to conduct business don't you think?" he commented to compliment, "Worthy of such a good looking woman as you." The geography teacher blushed despite her forty years. "Thank you she replied coyly, and gave him an admiring glance such as a love-struck teenager.