They just seemed like teachers. They did not tolerate any misbehaviour, but they were not abusive.The third class was another matter. It started befor... class, when another teacher stopped her in the hall and berated her for trivial and in some cases imaginary improprieties with her clothes and grooming. She recognized the setup, and merely accepted the criticism. As expected, the confrontation made her late for class. When she arrived, the teacher berated her for her tardiness. When she. The same coffee shop, the same diners, even at the mall, there you are. Don't try to deny it; it has happened way too much for coincidence. You're following me, why?"I looked at her and then confessed. I told her that it was my plan to get her to notice me."Again, why?" she asked.How much to tell her? At this point I think that truth was the best way to go. Well maybe not the whole truth."Gloria, I want to get to know you, take you out and spend time with you. I figured that every guy that met. I've wanted you for years."Frank made no protest as he watched his mother sink to her knees before him. His muscular thighs were on either side of the woman's body as she addressed his prick, still held firmly in her old soft hands. Two seconds later she had touched his throbbing prick with the point of her warm, pink tongue."I love you, Mother," Frank whispered as the blow-job began. "I've wanted you, too, but I was too stupid to know it."Catherine opened her mouth wide, assured of her son's. Hannah and Georges picked up the conversation as if nothing had happened. They talked about what it was like to live on the farm, the wildlife, pointed to where they could fish and hike nearby, how they like to skinny dip when the weather was warm. While they munched, Hannah managed to settle closer to Finch, had her leg touching his, smiling his way a time or two.Finch's hormones were raging and he was certain again he was in love. Out of sight of the others, Hannah's arm moved lightly onto.