As she put the key into the ignition, she looked over at him with a look he was no longer trying to decipher. He had been with enough girls who wanted...to make it with him to know that Myra Cratterfield was giving him the same kind of eye. Though he was pleasantly shocked he couldn’t deny that his long lusted-for music teacher was trying to seduce him.When she smiled over at him it was no longer the accepting smile of a piano teacher for her student. It was a statement of intent. At this moment,. . "That you do," she said, and she pulled out her wallet and showed him all the pictures of his children he had sent her over the years."Now, can I borrow your phone? I need to hear the second message; it was from my dad. I can't listen to it from my phone, due to, umm, technical difficulties." Promise not to break it." Jackson asked, completely deadpan as he handed Sam his phone.Sam chuckled and dialed her voicemail. Her mood became somber as she listened to her dad's concerned voice, "Hi Sam, I. "They sat on the edge of the bed. Mary put an arm around her daughter, then tried to explain it in full detail, not just her actions, but her feelings as well. Since she had decided to be totally honest with her daughter, she told of some of the fantasies she enjoyed while masturbating, fantasies which included a man who sucked and fondled her tits and ass and cunt, and who fucked her. While she talked, her daughter squirmed with passion. It wasn't long before Mary was doing the same."It must.
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