Every once in a while I would cross my legs while I was sitting at my desk. There always seemed to be a lot of laughter in the backround whenever I cr...ssed my legs. One day, I got curious and asked. "What was so funny?"This girl sitting at the desk behind me explained that. "I was wearing one black sock and one blue sock again."Furthermore she stated. "I was wearing a stripe tie with a stripe shirt."When I said. "Whats wrong with that?" The entire office started to erupt with laughter. Thats. My pussy was itching with a need to feel it between my legs. "Come home with me, Mom." he whispered. My brain told me that it was wrong, but my body wasn't listening anymore. All I wanted right then was my son's long hard cock fucking my neglected pussy. I didn't remember much about the ride from the club to Matt's apartment except the speed at which the streetlights flashed past. I had both hands inside his pants stroking his hard, throbbing cock while he. " Ahh hunny," He responded, "How about when you're as old as I am. The only way I can get my lips kissed, let alone any other part of me, is when I hand over money. No sexy thing wants me now, and the women my age don't like the smoking or smell around them. You wouldn't want an old smelly dirty man like me!" Now I don't know..." I said teasingly, stubbing my cigarette out under the heel of my boot and playing into the situation. "Sometimes a girl like me finds herself wanting an 'old smelly. Museums, art galleries, power plants, historical re-enactments, or anything that took more than an hour to drive to by bus. This time she chose a field trip that had nothing to do with history. She was taking her students to see a chicken farm that is automating its productions everything from the raising of baby chicks all the way to the slaughter. It was all she could find in short notice. The people who run the farm could not wait to show off their automated farm.The students in Ms. Lander's.