She tossed her brief case onto the passenger seat and after adjusting her seat belt wheeled the big Olds towards the street. She stopped at the cross ...alk to allow several pedestrians pass by, and just at the last moment she recognized one of her students literally sobbing as she made her way down the side walk. "What the heck.......," Ann muttered while rolling down the driver's side window. "Cheryl, come here, I want to speak with you!" Cheryl Bond slowly turned her head to see who was. “Alright, but we need to be quiet.”, she said softly.She leaned over and our lips slowly touched. We start to work our tongues across each others mouths, and wrestled them each time they met in the middle. I fully cupped her boob with my right hand and started to rotate my wrist around massaging it. I could feel her breathing change. She got up and mounted me. Slowly she took off her shirt to expose her great perky tits to me. Then she took her shorts off and sat up to my face, so her pussy was. No such luck. Despite the aching need, she was exhausted and had fallen asleep not long after climbing into bed.She couldn’t hear the shower running, and the angle of the light shining under the door meant he was in the kitchen. Almost able to taste her morning breath, she slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, not bothering to change.“Morning, sexy,” he said when he walked into the bathroom right after she finished brushing her teeth.He hadn’t put on his shirt yet and seeing him. I had a lot of sympathy for the way she was feeling. I was no opera singer, but I held my own in the school chorus. Unlike Kyle, who couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. Unlike Jason, whose rich baritone carried the harmony of the Doxology throughout the little church. So beautiful. Miranda gave me a mental squeeze to acknowledge my presence as we immersed ourselves in the warmth of his voice.The new Methodist Episcopal Church was a sign of the civilizing of Laramie. A block away, the Catholics.