‘When, Ann? After work? After lunch? When?’ ‘Wait a minute, not so fast. We have a report to get out, remember?’ Ann reflexively countered, ...omething in the nature of apprehension clutching at her within. She took the ascot from his breast pocket to dab away the smear her darkly tinted lipstick had left on his mouth. It was a stall for time, her mind racing in a melee of confusion. ‘B- Better throw this hanky away,’ she said, tucking it back into his pocket. ‘What … what about after work?. " With a flash and a buzz Serena's picture was done. As the snapshot erupted from the camera I stuck it in my pocket with the others. I was gonna show it to Serena but she had already left. Back inside I took my photos and camera and put them on the kitchen table, As I buttered a left over Biscuit Mom came over and picked up the stack. "Get any good shots?" she asked. "A few" I said. As Mom thumbed through the snaps she stopped on one in particular. "What happened here?" she asked. She handed. Despite my wife's tossing and turning, pulling of the duvet to her side and other bad bed behaviour I slept peacefully - savouring the time I was awake and thinking of what had been and what would be. A thousand delights occurred to me. Towards morning my thoughts took a strange turn. During my years as a teacher and then headmaster I had been conscious of powerful desires for many of my students. It was a torment which had been difficult to endure. I had also abused my position of power while. The look was hot from all angles and I told him so. “Man, I can’t thank you enough for turning me on to pumping. I’ve never been so turned on seeing myself in the mirror. I can’t wait to get to the bar and see the reactions!” I told him we had better leave before I dragged him back to my place and force pumped him through the night. I saw his meat jump when I said it. “Don’t worry though, I have every intention of doing that to you sometime very soon!!”We spent the trip to the bar with our.