I was her friend. At about 3:00 PM I walked into Mrs. Garrity's class ready for my assignment. When I walked in, she was at the board erasing notes...from her last class. I have not yet described Mrs. Garrity and as I stared at her while I stood in the doorway, now is as good a time as any. Mrs. Garrity stands about 5'3, has short black hair with a wavy style to it which looked incredible on her. She had a very pretty face with a sweet smile. She definitely was pregnant but that made her even. Before the lunch I’d decided to tell him how attracted I was to him. I finally got the nerve up on the ride back. ‘Russ, I want you to know that if you weren’t married and I wasn’t married, I think something could happen between us.’ I’ll always remember him touching my hand right then and saying something about how he was glad I had told him. I actually don’t remember exactly what he said but I do remember his hand touching mine and the way my body reacted when he did. He probably meant it as. I figured that it would pass, and as long as she didn't expect me to return the favor, I would be okay with it. I just wouldn't kiss her right afterward.As always, my woman's Neapolitan heritage showed up in her cooking. Early on in our relationship, I tried to be somewhat egalitarian in the kitchen sense, helping out and so forth. Desiree soon disabused me of such rubbish, as she thought of it. In her mind, it was her second most sacred duty to fill my belly, superseded only by a woman's. So I asked her to step into the bathtub. She entered into the bath tub while slowly raising the towel so that as the water level touches her body the towel moves up. I was still waiting and feeling thirsty. Slowly she bent over me and Took the glass from me while allowing her left breast just brush over my chest. With one hand holding the glass she started sipping the kiwi delight and with the other hand she slowly dipped into the water and took hold of my organ. While she slowly started.