I had aplan though to meet girls, but would it work?I picked Home Ec as one of my classes figuring I'd meet plenty of girlsplus the teacher was young ...nd HOT. Miss Michaels was in her 20's and hada fantastic figure and was always dressed proffesionaly but with morethan a hint of sex. I thought her class would be great but it was reallya nightmare. I wasn't good at anything we did in class and the girlsthought it was creepy because I was the only guy so none of them wouldtalk to me. I was so. She had a look on her face and one would easily judge her as bitchy boss.She always commanded the associates and rarely I had seen her behaving friendly with us. My team members and I were afraid of her. Whenever she came out of her cubicle or we heard her high heels walking sound, we would sit upright on our chair and act like we were working seriously. I guess she never understood that make-up couldn’t achieve what a smile and friendly attitude could get. We all hated her. Although I didn’t. In internet, during chats for hours, she tells him more.Alessandra slowly turns her great gyno into her private psychologist for erotic education she seeks.Alessandra searches the net to find a female friend, fond of fondling as herself, but bigger breasted. Alessandra finally finds her joy, called Joyce. Even her name was a well kept secret for years for him.Alessandra visits her every Wednesday, hoping they will make love together. She is never sure of her.Alessandra often consults her. I kept coming, squirt after squirt pumped up my cock and I was to excited to realise what consequences would follow. My cock fell out and I knelt in between her legs watching my creamy white cum run out from between her lips.It hit me what I had just done but why did I not see cum already there when I first saw my mom, where was the other mans cum? It soon became apparent, there on the bed side cupboard was a used condom and I needed to clean mom up as best as I could.I wiped then washed her.