She was always relaxed with me and saw me as her son so she didnt mind doing stuff like changing infront of me, i would flirt with her, look down her ...op when she was on the computer or doing stuff it was such a turn on when she wore low cut tops, a few times i asked to go toilet upstairs come across some washing take home her dirty knickers smell and wank over them. another time i was in the house alone found some clean knickers in the clean washing pile took them home and wanked in the while. Blake's classroom, sitting in the punishment chair next to her desk. "You look like you could use a drink." she said pulling a bottle out of the bottom drawer. "You keep booze in your desk?" I asked. "I confis**ted this from a student." She said pouring some into her coffee cup. "Ouzo, people still drink this!" I said downing the acidic compound. After about three glasses I changed my tune. "I love this stuff, it's so good!" I said. "It is, It's like drinking Easter candy!" Ms. Blake said. I. Been more sure. Been more for her. My god, I wanted her, but I don't think I responded passionately enough. God, I hope I didn't make her feel rejected. We came within a single word of making love that night. It ended up being her word to say - and she said no. And then she broke down in tears for the second time I had ever seen since knowing her. "I'm such a horrible person," she cried. I didn't know what to say. I was processing all that happened and I... I... I didn't know! I HATE that. When I finished cumming I rolled off of Linda as she was coming down fromher orgasm. She grabbed me and pulled herself on top of me. She clung to my neckburying her face in my neck sobbing, "Thats better than I ever had. You make mefeel so alive. So loved. Now I know why I falling in love with you. Maybe thats why I always wanted you." I patted her back for a few minutes when I noticed she had fell asleep. I rolled her off of me onto the bed and snuggled her. In her sleep she pulled.