In between the first and second closet, concealed from the outside, is a column with four shelves, stacked vertically. I open the first closet door sl...ghtly ajar and reach my hand in on top of the highest shelf, on top of the column. This is where Mrs. V keeps her panties. There’s nothing particularly special about Mrs. V’s panties. They aren’t red satin thongs or crotchless and leopard printed. Those aren’t fit for her anyway, they wouldn’t match her. The thing I know about Mrs. V that appeals. Control yourself.Abruptly, if reluctantly, I withdrew from her wanting mouth. Both of us were panting, connected only by a thin line of saliva running from my glans to her glistening, cum-slicked bottom lip. My cock pulsed just in front of her face.“Ready?” I asked.We both knew what I meant. She gave a slight nod.“Yes.”One word, and yet...that one word was tinged, in her slight accent, with a lust and--perhaps?--a barely concealed hint of fear.My cock twitched at the thought of taking her last. Gina never said anything but wondered if she was.Gina arrived at Brian's parents' house. They were at the door waving at Gina. Gina was happy they appeared to be glad to see her. Gina had bought some flowers for his mother and some wine for his father. She grabbed the stuff and walked over to the door. "Gina, come in, dear, you look amazing." Thanks, mom and dad. You guys are always so wonderful. Here are some flowers, mom. Dad, I got you the wine you like." You are such a sweet girl. . Huh, what? I looked up, this time to see him at the front of the class next to the marker board, which had his name (Mr. Peirce) and some notes we were supposed to take on Japan. I said, do you know the major exports of Japan? Uh, Iron, Steel, electronics, and automobiles? Very good. However, you havent been paying any attention all hour, and have been giving me an attitude all hour, so Im afraid Im going to have to make you stay after school in detention with me. he stated. WHAT?! The hell I.