?Yourteacher Mr. Bullets can?t make it in today. Due to his car breaking down, he had to walk to his apartment in the snow storm and became ill.? ?I h...pe he?ll be okay.? Paul said as he sat front row center in a turtleneck, vest, slacks and loafers. ?He?ll be out for a while but be back on his feet soon enough,? The headmaster said as he turned his attention toward the classroom door. ?This is Miss Headroom. She will be taking Mr. Bullets' place till he can return.? ?Call me Lois.? The teacher. ..” I closed my eyes, traveling back in time with Mandy as she relived her first night with Jeff. … ..... “Christmas Eve parties had been a tradition in my family for as long as I could remember. When Paul and I married, I continued the tradition. We had always held them late at night on Christmas Eve after Jeff was in bed and sound asleep because all the ladies came, pun intended, scantily dressed. Dressed for sexcess, you might say. Those parties always ended up with everyone getting laid,. Vicky described that a cop had offered that he could get her husband a job on the force if she was willing to "help" things along “. She only somewhat knew what he implied and humbly gave him her contact details, presuming it might involve only some moderate flirtation. However, the very next day, the cop came to their home unannounced and immediately kissed her passionately upon walking in. He promptly opened her blouse, pulled her into her bedroom, and fucked her. He then zipped up. Without waiting for a response, she pulled them down and off in a second. Almost out of reflex, I sprung up to cup my dick out of sight of didi.My balls I could feel the cold air on and knew they were fully exposed. “Jay bhaiya is shy”, commented didi with a little smirk. Kanika got a little angry at me and ordered me to remove my hands that were clearly acting as an obstruction to didi’s work. “Let me cup it”, said Kanika, and removed my hands and rather slowly placed one hand on my dick in.