I was going to see Ashlyn again.That thought almost stopped me. I wasn't just excited to see my wife and rub her belly. I wasn't just excited to be re...urning home. I was excited to see a woman I wasn't dating and had no official relationship with. I couldn't help it.Still, I first went in search of my wife. Taylor was in the Master Lounge with Charlotte. They were poring over pregnancy books and week-by-week guides to her symptoms and other such advice. I grinned at the thought of having my. Then she began grinding her crotch against mine.The door opened and someone there gasped. I didn’t see who it was, but the door slammed shut again and we were still alone. “We’d better finish fast,” I urged her.She grabbed my shoulders and leveraged herself up, her feet on the bench on either side so that she was squatting over me, and then started to bounce on my cock hard. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.“Where ... do you ... want me ... to cum?” I grunted.She slowed down. “Oh ... I. I mean no!" Well, we don’t want to rush things, do we? So let’s just go out and find you some things to make you look and feel more girlish. Okay?" Ms. Gladstone smiled a saccharine sweet smile as she led Mark across the store, his stepmother in tow.With an iron grip that caused Mark to recoil in pain, Ms. Gladstone led the boy to the lingerie department. "Let’s start with some dainty under things for you, shall we? Here’s a little something that I know you’ll just adore, Mark. We call them. If he became a teacher, and if he was ever tempted or even had thoughts about any of his students, I agreed to do whatever he asked of me - any fantasy, anything sexual, anything at all - in order to relieve whatever sexual frustration he might have.It gives him an outlet that is very useful at school. If a student starts flirting with him or just "gets to him", he can remind himself that the moment he gets home, he can indulge whatever fantasy he wants with me with no consequences.As he.