"I'm doing well. I recently changed my major to Psychology; I find the human mind fascinating," she said. "I'm glad to hear that, there wasn't much yo... could have done with an English degree anyways. Unless you wanted to spend your life as a teacher," said my father. "I guess," Brooke replied. My father's comment was quite offensive, as Brooke had mentioned being a teacher multiple times in the past. Dinner carried on pretty quietly from that point, with only a few mumblings here and there. He had been entirely truthful with his buddies about his summertime activities – chances are they wouldn’t have believed him anyway.In an odd way, he felt a little awkward around his old friends. He’d grown up and they were still kids. But, they were his friends, and Jim was loyal, so he did his best to at least pretend to fall into their antics.Then, he met his new social studies teacher, Miss Hunt.Social Studies was his last class of the day. He was almost late because he’d been talking to. .." I added my second thumb to her clit, making her jump slightly."Hot." The image of her and her friend as girls secretly gong down on each other in the back yard was so erotic, I felt a throbbing in my panties at the thought of it. Mom slid down a little in the sofa as I continued to stroke her clitoris with both thumbs. "Oh, and I left out that I especially love how responsive you are, just like you wer ein high school it would seem..." I pushed a thumb up into her, causing her to buck. " Well, she'd have to be, wouldn't she?" I know I haven't been what she would have wanted me to be..." That's the understatement of the century." Listen, Matt, there's no need to get nasty. I've made mistakes, butthey largely the result of trying to be someone I wasn't. No matter whatyou may think, this isn't one of my mistakes. I finally feel like I'mgetting it right." God simply doesn't make mistakes," Matt said, with the kind of primauthority he could effect at times like this.Matt wasn't.