My pusle wasracing and my pen-is had gone from just slightly stirring to a fullblown erection and was starting to drip profusely. This was unnatural,u...real.....and yet amazingly exciting and a whole new experience for me.Whatever it was that was taking control of my senses told me to savorthe moment regardless of how wrong it seemed to be. Did I harbour somehidden shoe or foot fetish? What was causing me to get turned on by mydaughter's shoes and socks like this? Or was it due to the events. From my vantage point of eating her ass out, I can see her hymen is covering all but a pencil size hole. Brandi’s juices were steadily flowing out the small hole as I tongued her ass. I reached around and pulled on her clit ring, this sent her into her orgasm. The small hymen hole immediately went from a drip to a stream that sprayed my face. Brandi had a taste similar to Sue, but with a bit more tartness that reminded me of cinnamon.She had laid back during the orgasm, but her ass and pussy. This was Ian. My friend, Ian. Why had I kissed him? It was only going to hurt him. I was struggling to find the right words when his lips found mine again. He must have sensed the shift in my emotions because he broke the kiss. He stared at me, trying to read my eyes. ‘You still love him, don’t you?’ It was more of a statement than a question. I shut my eyes briefly, knowing I wore a pained expression when I looked at him again. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whispered. Ian rolled to my side and leaned against. "Misses, am I in trouble?" he asks, looking up at me."Yes, you've been a bad boy," I reply with a smirk. I get of the desk, and walk over to where he's sitting. "Jason, how old are you?" I ask, poking him in the chest with the ruler."I've just turned eighteen misses," he answers."Do you know why I asked you to stay after school, when noone else is here?" I ask."No...," he says."I want to teach you a lesson," I tell him, proceeding to take off my shirt, throwing it onto the ground. "What are you.