This will be our little secret."John patted his middle-aged colleague's bare thigh. Looking down, she gasped and snapped her legs together and yanked ...er dress down. As John was leaving the teacher's lounge he wondered how Mrs. Hemster would handle the rest of the day with her sticky pussy exposed to the cool air through the torn panties. He impishly sent one last message as he left the lounge. Mrs. Hemster, you will not leave work early nor wash your crotch until you get home.The episode in. "I hope you don't get mad." He said.Inside there were not only sketches but several photos of me in various states of undress, obviously taken through the bedroom and lounge windows, partially obscured by the blinds, but of me all the same.I looked over at Dave and raised my eyebrow."Please explain yourself." I said."The first time I did a sketch you were sitting in a chair, I think you might have been asleep, so I had time to finish it. Because it turned out Ok I wanted to do another but every. Just remember you said it next January. Now, let's get some of the basics down. We are going to need more of this..." I grabbed Sean's prick possessively, "in here." The gesture toward my waiting womb might have been a little obscure, but Sean understood my point. It did not hurt that his point was ready for use again.Sean did not need any more encouragement. He rolled me over in a classic missionary position. I focused on bearing down with my pussy muscles. It must have worked, because Sean. I wish I could go to one and see her." She said it looked like they would be in CIF this year. That's in November."CIF stands for California Interscholastic Federation. They are a ruling board and pretty much run all the championships for high school sports. They've been around for a while. My Dad was on a football team that took the CIF championship in both his junior and senior years."Maybe I can get to one of the meets." You should be able to. She says they hold them on the weekends at one.