Good Luck!’ The locked door rattled as the tumblers dropped and it opened. A stern older woman strode in, her hair in a bun and with sensible shoes ...nd formal suit. A man followed her. The woman did not look at Anne or me but swept to the large door opened it and strode through it. The man did a double take, made a fleeting grin at Anne then honestly blushed when he saw me. He was in a suit and a school gown. We did know each other in a professional way. He hastily followed the Head Mistress. Melissa and meagan were 8 at the time, and more curious by the day. we had hoped they would have another couple years of complete innocence, but we knew there would be plenty of questions, and a little of that innocence lost with each answer. at least we could put it off for a while. or so we thought. jenny, julie and adam stared in a daze at the enormous pregnant child on the billboard. she stared back at us all with a very proud of herself kind of grin. the photographer must have been quite. She raised up to take my mouth with hers as I slow fucked her. Then she whispered in my ear, "I love being bad with you. I've needed this."I began thrusting my cock harder into her as she spoke. It felt so good inside of her. Soon we could hear the wet, slapping sound of me slammimg my cock in her wet hole. She raised her legs into the air as I fucked her harder and faster. Then I pulled out of her. Turned her over and took her from behind. Shoving mysef back inside of her. I leaned over and. All of the houses were dark and quiet, their inhabitants long since asleep, sung to their rest by the gentle lullaby of the air conditioners, which were humming softly in the hot summer night. In one particular townhouse, the lone occupant of the large bed slept soundly, pleasantly lost in the silken web of his dream, hearing neither the soft creak of his bedroom door opening, nor the woman stepping silently into the darkened room. She closed the door quietly behind her, then made her way.