Most students aren’t usually on a first name basis with their teachers, but Andrea- or Miss Sif rather, was friends with my mother, and she was ofte... a guest at our house. Like my mother, Miss Sif was of Icelandic descent. She had first come to the UK to do a one-year placement as a part of her teaching degree. She enjoyed her placement at our school so much that she applied to be a full-time teacher after she had graduated. Now, she was in her final year of a 5-year contract.Miss Sif and my. The teasing was getting too much for me, I needed to feel her. I stood, leaned over and kissed Stacy on the mouth, my tongue parting her lips as my hand reached for and gently massaged her right breast through her thin blouse. Stacy sighed but it still wasn’t enough for me. My hand left her breast and dropped down, easing her legs apart and moving up under her skirt, gently stroking her pussy. The room was quiet but no-one was paying us any attention. “Fuck. You’re really wet,” I whispered. Remember this was the early 1990's and internet dating or hookup sights really were not around although there were a few 1-800 numbers around. So when I needed release I had found a bath house in town that was well lets put it this way not exactly what I was used to in Australia, kind of dirty and a dingy but it sure was able to help with the job of getting off. This one night I was in and well none of the guys were really doing it for me so I was not interested in hooking up, I was sitting at. Doctor Mercer and I briefly discussed my reaction to Jennifer leaving, but she said she wanted to read my journals. She did strongly caution us to be very careful and take things slowly. When my appointment was over, Doctor Mercer asked Bethany to stay for a few minutes and talk. I waited in the waiting room for her to come out.We walked out into the hallway outside Doctor Mercer’s office.“Don’t worry, Steve. She was just making sure I understood what I was potentially getting myself into. She.