He started to move away but I pulled him back to me and returned the favor of undressing him.Now completely naked, he spun me around until he could wr...p his arms around me and fondle both of my breasts. I felt his big black cock pressing against my ass and I started grinding against it. He started moaning, grinding back with his fully erect cock. "Was this what you were thinking about in class today?" I asked as he rolled my hardened nipples between his fingers and passionately kissed my. The kind of rumors that don't just spring up out of nowhere. "Ms MacDonald is a lezzie!" Well, maybe. But we didn't care. It's the 21st century for goodness sake! "Ms MacDonald likes them young!", "Ms MacDonald is fucking the assistant!" These were a bit harder to ignore. If she knew about them she didn't care. Rumors come and go, but her duty was to her students, and to education, and she would never breake that sacred trust. At least, not without a little persuasion. That's where I came. As he was sitting at the bar, he spotted a familiar looking girl, but could not quite place her. When he went over to say hi, he got the shock of his life as he finally recognized “her” as a guy he knew from one of his classes. He was about to turn and walk away when the “girl” reached out and stopped him. “Wait, don’t go. Let me explain first. Please?” “Ok, but I’m not gay.” “Hey, I’m not gay either. I just like how I feel when I am dressed like this. And I sure am not alone in that. I see a. "Hmmmm, you know that it scares me sometimes, though?"Yes. I'll hold your hand." I reassured her.The storm raged on; a heavy, drenching rain was lighted by the sporadic flashes of lightning. Beautiful, really.Then ... and then ... her hand gently grasped my balls and cock through my pants. She hadn't done that before. My cock swelled. I stopped breathing for a moment. Her hand just held me. A thrill simmered in my loins and I closed my eyes and shivered with the pleasure of Mom fondling me so.