She would spend the first hour telling me all about school and everything I missed. She was actually the one who told me that Miss. Fletchings, our te...cher, had told everyone that I would be passing on to the third grade with the rest of them, that I had enough points to pass, even with missing the last month of school. That was a big relief for me. I know my mom had told me not to worry about it, but those things can worry a guy ... I mean who wants to flunk out anyways?Mom was the one who. The observant adult would probably put the pieces together and recognize the “I’m about to get lucky” expression.If you knew about the sex that goes on in schools, you’d blush. No, I’m not talking about the frantically humping high school seniors that are occasionally caught in the stairway or on the stage in the auditorium. I’m talking about teacher sex: consenting adults engaging in illicit acts in all kinds of places: the supply closet, the teachers’ lounge, the library, the faculty. Lt wife. She agreed and said she liked knowing a young man like me enjoyed her. I grabbed my crock and told her more than enjoy. She said Oh, my and looked around, then asked to touch it. Only if I can touch yours. She said yes tomorrow and went to her desk. I went to the toilet. Fucker Shaggy was jacking off. I asked how long he would be and he said about 10 mins, but for sure you less. I stood at the door, but angled myself petting my ass along the wall. He cane over and said that's. "I do however have a small confession to make, this was planned." She was laughing now, a friendly laugh though. "Surely you don't think that yesterday morning was the first time I knew that you were following me." She smiled beautifully as her chubby cheeks turned slightly red. "I've known for a while that you were following me and I decided that if you weren't going to do something then it was time I did. I thought it was time I got to know the person behind that body that you've done so much.