She was still dripping as she put on her clothes. I washed off my cock in the sink as she watched me. I reached in her bra and left her some money for...another bill. She gave me a big kiss. "I have to go on a field trip on Monday. When you get done with school. Meet me at my house. Here my address Mrs. Hills. Make up an excuse for your husband. Your going to be home late that night." I said.Monday could not come any faster. The field trip was boring. I kept thinking about Mrs. Hills all day. I. Things were looking up, I think.I showered, and blow dried my hair. I dug around in my closet for a bit, trying to find an outfit."I give up," I mutter"Hey," he said, looking up as I came marching in. He had just gotten out of the shower, and was doing his hair. Our hair was always a good feature of our family."What do I wear?" I asked him, slipping on the bathroom counter next to him."Whatever you want," he obviously wasn't going to be of any help."Come on Pete. I mean like skirt, dress,. Groaning heavily it felt like I’d never cum so much in my entire life. Maybe I hadn’t. Mrs Cathcart’s face seemed no more than a canvas for abstract patterns of thick, creamy white. It just kept on spurting out of me, jet after jet, plastering the woman’s face. When I was finally done and she winked at me, I could barely see the gesture behind the glaze of sperm on her glasses.I stood there, still holding my dick, just staring at my handiwork. “Doesn’t she look fantastic?” Harry. We met in the parking lot of a restaurant and great dread gripped me. Icould see what seemed to be disappointment in his eyes. After we wereseated, he stared at me for a long time and we said little. Our telephonechats were very free slowing so I sensed something was wrong. Absolute panic gripped me. Did he read me? Why was he staring at my wig?Had I made a terrible mistake? Was I in danger? He asked me why I was sofrightened. That is when we reached a catharsis. I stated that I couldsense he.