He was mortified but Mandy told him not tobe such a wuss. Then she took him to a shoe store where he got a pair of shoes thathad a pink band over the ...iddle of his foot and a strap that wentaround the back of his ankle. All of his toes stuck out. She also gothim two pair of heels and a pair of red flats. He wondered why shewas getting all of that stuff.In the car he asked why she got all of that stuff and she answeredthat she loved shopping even if it wasn't for her. She told him hewas lucky to. But his pretty, thirteen year old student was not innocent, despite her youth, and he had spent the afternoon scheming about how he'd get her. The scheming, as it turned out, was unnecessary."Didja like my essay OK, Mr. Slade? I mean... like... 'cept for the other stuff you gotta tell me 'bout?" Yes, Sally, you wrote a very good essay. The best in the whole class," Sam lied. It was, in fact, quite well written and she'd told him a lot without quite being explicit. "But you're right. We have to. It was a comfort, but made me sad at the same time. Would I get to hold him again? Would I feel his tender touch on my skin? Would I feel his lips on mine? Would I ever feel that magnificent cock cum inside me again? My clit tingled at the thought of Clinton inside me. How can I be sad and horny at the same time? As my hands slid over my nipples and down to my bush, I couldn't stop myself. I wanted him inside me at that moment. I slid my fingers up and down my slit, paying particular attention. I'll tell you what, howabout we leave out the part about exchanging underwear." Well, ummm." Great, let's go."My Robert, with my unceasing "encouragement", got up from the sofa andI wasted no time in pulling him to our bedroom. Letting go of him atthe bed, I took hold of the bedspread and pulled it off, working my wayaround to my side of the bed in the process. I peeled back the covers,slipped off my shoes and got into bed. My Robert just stood therelooking down at me. I looked back at him.