Today was no exception to the usual order of arrivals;Jenny and Angela both walked through the door first, chatting happily asthey walked in. She thou...ht that they must meet up earlier to arrange tobe near the office door ten minutes early. They were an unusual pair, inthat Jenny was a 31 year old who insisted on dressing like a 21 year oldand always looked like she was ready to go to a nightclub, while Angelaon the other hand dressed like a librarian and to hear her talk you couldbe forgiven. “That guy over there,” she said, throwing her eyes in his direction. “You mean the bald one?” I asked. “He’s not bald,” she replied, “He’s thinning a bit, but he has loads of charm. Just look at his smile.” Quite honestly, when I looked at him, I saw an average man. I couldn’t understand what she saw in him. Sure, he was smiley and seemed engaged in conversation with a smart-looking young couple, but he wasn’t exactly film-star material. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I’m absolutely sure,” she. I led him by the hand out of the classroom, down the hallway to my little private office. I locked the door, turned towards him and still without a word I kissed him full on the mouth. He responded eagerly, his tongue snaking into my own mouth as we french-kissed hungrily, my lipstick leaving little red smudges on him. His cock sprang to attention in his trousers, I could feel his ardour pressing hard against me making me horny as hell for him. I slopped another couple of sexy little kisses. ”“It seems to happen a lot”“You went further too, with your old girlfriend.”“We went nowhere near as far as you’ve been with your black boyfriend.”Even before I finished speaking, I regretted what I had said. I knew it would make it more difficult for Maggie to tell me the whole story about what went on with Michael, either because we would argue, or she would just clam up.Maggie’s fierce response caught me by surprise.“Fuck you, I didn’t question you like this. I’m sure more went on with.