‘I know it is.’ ‘Having you here helps a lot, though,’ Frankie said. ‘It really does.’ The buzzer on the stove sounded. ‘The quiche is d...ne. Go sit down, I’ll get it out for us.’ Kay walked to the little glassed-in breakfast nook off the kitchen and sat down. Frankie had set the table, napkins and all. A carafe of coffee was already on the table. She poured some into her cup. The young man brought the quiche, which he’d sliced, to the table, and put one wedge-shaped slice of it on Kay’s plate. The big obstacle with a stranger was inviting them in our house without knowing anything about them. That's when she mentioned a guy we had been trying to meet up with. We had chatted on kik for a few months, and video chatted with him briefly, so we knew he was real and could actually hold a conversation (you might be surprised when it comes to single guys in the LS). So we figured this would be a good way to meet him without actually going all the way the first time. We contacted him, and he. My third class that day was English Lit. It was mid- afternoon and the room was too warm. The air- conditioning was making a half-hearted effort to cool the room, but failing miserably. I could feel my eyelids drooping downward like a pair of old drapes.The teacher, Mr. Brown, was boring enough to put someone in a coma. He spoke in a complete monotone. I could imagine him as a robot, his mouth as a metal slot, the words coming out of his maw in index card size with computer codes, like those. I was very lucky as she didn’t see my jerking off and I agreed to sit on the calf muscles of her legs. I like a smart chap sat in between her legs near her thighs as if I was fucking her doggy style and ma’am didn’t know my intentions and nor did I know her. 10mins passed ma’am slept as she was snoring and I tried touching her arse to which I didn’t get any reaction which is why I thought she slept.I had a rock hard penis and was in a position where I was virtually fucking her and so I couldn’t.