Anyway, I probably should head home now. It was around 4in the afternoon. I thanked my lucky stars it was Friday. I hated homeworkwhile in grade schoo..., hell, even now, when I'm in college.The car drives me home, and as I enter, John, wearing a very formalbusiness suit, asks, "Hey, how was school?" Fine, I suppose." What other answer should I have expected," he laughed. "Listen, yourmother is coming back in a few minutes."So, I finally get to see her. I looked around, and noticed that I was. You would think that the odds of someone you know seeing them would be pretty long, but sometimes long shots do come in. As luck would have it the following is a true account of what has transpired so far.She is a high school teacher and her principal happens to be a bbc. Two days later: Her principal walks into her classroom after school and turns and locks her door. Then walks over to her desk where she sits and says the following. "I know you are a bbc slut so hit your knees and suck. Of course this didn't really lessen my shock at what was happening, but I relaxed a little, thinking something weird was happening, like maybe my s*********r was sleepwalking or something.Despite my fear, my cock got rock hard immediately. I guess if a strong wind blew, I would've gotten hard since I hadn't had regular orgasms lately, and it felt good. The hand reached into my underwear flap and pulled my cock out. The hand was soft and smooth caressing my dick, so I kept up trying to act. This would take some explaining.Sinead sat in Deirdre’s room. Posters of Robert Smith and The Cure hung on the walls. “You know, we should put on Siouxsie and the Banshees to celebrate.”Deirdre ignored Sinead’s protestations and carefully lowered the needle onto the sinning back disc and soon the opening bars of ‘Spellbound’ filled the room.“You know this isn’t very funny,” Sinead moaned at Deirdre. “It’s not helping. I’d quite like to keep a boyfriend for longer than half an hour.”“Have you.