My favorite teacher. The guy who was almost a mentor to meuntil he mysteriously quit teaching at the end of the previous schoolyear. Leaving without a...reason or a goodbye or a forwarding address.Creating what became a hole in my heart. I mean, he was the only reasonI enjoyed school. Then he was gone.And then he was sending a Valentine's card.Surely Mr. Hardwood didn't mean what Mom was acting like he meant by thecard.Mom and Dad were looking at me as I stared at the card. "I'm not gay!". . it was not deliberate or planned. After Martha's death, we at the office noticed that Harry was losing grip of himself. He was devastated by her death," said Dawn in her second attempt to start a sensible dialogue between them. Danny nodded in agreement; he was aware of it as well as many others who knew Harry. It had all happened so fast. In just six months from the diagnosis, Martha had moved on. In those six months Harry had changed doctors, flown her out to bigger and better medical. But being bent over in the shower was not what either one of us wanted. So we went to her bed. When we got there, kissing came first. Passionate deep kisses, needy kisses, because this would be our last time, maybe forever. I was hard and she was wet so we did the usual thing, in the missionary position so we could connect for a bit. She was moved, slowly, to a nice climax as I fucked her. But then she said she had to have the other, and she was going to eat my ass first, and “stick it in” me. So früh wie es ging stand ich auf und verdrückte mich in mein Zimmer... ich war geil wie die Hölle... ich knöpfte meine Hose auf und begann meinen steifen Prügel schon wieder zu wichsen... ich war bereits voll in Aktion als ich merkte das es seltsam zieht... ich drehte mich um und da stand Sabine in der Tür... sofort wurde ich knallrot und fluchte halb hysterisch "Noch nie was von Anklopfen gehört?" es war das erste mal das man mich dabei erwischte und dann auch noch sie... Scheiße was mach ich.