"Yeah, she doesn't care about anyone but herself. She's always out spending my money or hanging out with friends. If she wasn't such an ice-queen, I '... say she was cheating on me, but I doubt it."I said nothing and went back to preparing dinner. The conversation was dropped for the moment and we went on to other things. We had a good meal and it was apparent that Steve had sobered up a little. He thanked us profusely and went home. I saw that there were lights on at his house. No doubt Dawn was. Miss Daisy.I skipped through the halls, weaving through the time-frozen students. My pussy was on fire, eager for me to play with the busty, redheaded teacher’s body. Miss Daisy was young, fresh out of teaching school. I would make the teacher cum so hard. I would finally get to taste her pussy.Yum!I paused when I passed the cutest girls, giving them the naughty command I came up with. “Whenever you pass me, Krystal Sampson, your pussy will instantly flood with juices. Then you will take off. Having the baby several years before clearly hadn't change Anne's hips and butt. Her bottom stuck up tightly against her panties like the16 year-old girls I flirt with at school. I guess it's just nature's way of letting you know that she's still ripe with fertility.My dad went away on business trips quite often, and I think my stepmother was becoming a little lonely. With the new baby and all I knew their sex life had tapered off. My room was right beside theirs and in the middle of night I. Eventually, I found my voice, and as I wiped away my tears, I whispered, “How did you know, Ma’am?” “I’ve actually noticed you wearing panties and coming to class a couple of times. Whenever you stay back and clean the blackboard after class, I see it when your t-shirt is raised, when you reach up for the duster. And the other day, there was a small leftover smear of kajal at the corner of your left eye.” “Oh my God!”, I exclaimed. “Did everyone see it?” “No, it wasn’t obvious to anyone. I was.