He did not want her worried and relapsing into the darkness that had followed the divorce. OK. If he really gave her the love and support she needed s...e would not have relapsed. Or would she? Then he would have been saddled with a depressive fiancée who, as he had intimated, would not have been welcomed in the way she had by his family. Toss them. It was Richard she was going to marry. But then she had been worried about how they would take to her and it had been with love and happiness. And. I assumed ... your notes were there." Uh uh ... it's because of you. You sit right in front of the class. When I look at you, the Hulk starts getting hard, and I have a difficult time remembering what to say next." I'm sorry ... I." Sorry for what? For making my dreams come true. Sorry for making me the happiest teacher in the school ... maybe in the world? Why would you be sorry for that? Linda ... I have been watching you ever since you came to CSULB last year." Why didn't you say something?". It was always exciting for me dressing up like this as I knew that it would inevitably end in sex with a man or men. I put on my outer clothing on top and walked down the road to this toilet block. I remember well thinking that this was risky as a neighbour might come in and see me. But the lust was so immense in my cock that lust won the day. When I entered the toilets there was no-one there, so I just went to the urinal and stood. I took out my cock and started to massage it gently and soon I. You shouldn’t have seen me like that! I imagine……………..I gave you that, right, didn’t I?” she asked very sternly, waiting for my answer. I was in shock, not knowing what to say when I suddenly just blurted out, “I’m so sorry mom. It’s just you’re so beautiful. I can’t help but get hard when I look at you. I’m sorry.” I said as I hung my head. “Well, you should be, having those nasty thoughts about me, your mother of all people!” She replied as angry as she could sound. “We’ll discuss this when.