I moved closer to her. She almost seemed to sense what I wanted. She held her legs wide open. I reached out my hand to her sweetness; her lips were so...t and moist. They spread apart so easily. I began to push my finger into her again. She bent her legs and wrapped her feet around the throbbing head of my cock. The feeling of her feet on my cock was too much; I began to erupt. It was all I could do not to scream. I had never felt myself explode with such force before. It felt like it would never. She asked about my girlfriends instead of female friends to which i said that i didnt had any girlfriend though i had. Her eyes kind of lighted up on hearing this. Now when we used to sit on the sofa while teaching she used to sit quite close to me saying that she is not able to see what i write in the notebook. Coming closer makes her feel comfortable in seeing what i write.Gradually this “sitting close” got closer and her thigh used to touch my thighs. I used to feel them also ..Cant tell u. She also had me explain what my work schedule was so she could figure out what days I would be off and kept smiling at me. I was really starting to believe that Mary Ann was hitting on me right in front of Helen and Tom. In fact I expected Helen to say something about it on the ride home, but all she talked about was their gorgeous home.During the next work week I thought about Mary Ann on a few occasions and talked myself into believing that it was the wine that had me thinking she was coming. "And Uncle John's right about how he doesn't smoke and doesn't get drunk, and if he's got a girlfriend, I don't know when he'd find time to be with her. He's either at work or at home." The more I thought about it the madder I got at Mom for not seeing how good she had it.After supper, Dad and I watched TV for a while and I snuggled close to him on the couch. I've always done that. But when I thought about it, I realized that we usually only did it when Mom was gone because Dad goes off and.