She also firmly believed that she had me under control that I would never tell and if she said nothing to anyone, our secret was safe. After that, I i...stilled the same conditioning in Mrs., e. She of course knew that a grown woman fucking a teenager would go to jail, if caught.I continued to take Janet out on Sunday afternoons and fuck her silly and then go back to town to pick up her friend Annette and go for a drive. Annette did not want to have a single boy ride in the back seat with her;. Up close, I could now hear something like a voice, although no words were distinguishable. Then there was silence again, and after a few minutes I decided discretion was calling for me to get back home. I turned at the edge of the fence, and looked at her house, but there was no sign of activity other than the faintest bit of illumination limning the basement window. I lay awake, listening, for fifteen more minutes, but nothing else disturbed the night and I finally fell back to sleep. . .." she's a bit puzzled she's not sure what just happened "Baby?" I ... nee ... need ... to ... see..." panting hard "yes..." Under ... what's under your dress ... NOW!" She looks down "oh ... this ... you like?" and she smiles wide. She feels he is about to jump on her and rip her dress, he's not controlling himself any more, she's trying to pull herself but he pushes her back to the sofa and jump on top her, his knees on the two sides of her thighs, his hand at her throat pushing her back,. 'Feeling better?''Much,' he rasped, as though she'd drawn the power from his vocal chords. She let go his outer shirt and stroked his pectoral muscles through his T-shirt, curling her fingers so she could rake the tips over his nipples. He groaned at the sensation, combined as it was with the sudden burning wickedness that clouded her sweet face. 'I'm not done with you yet,' she told him with brooding intent, and then one hand was descending, rotating, diving downwards below his pants belt to.