" Oh, Mr. English Teacher with your similes," I said, mocking him."Very funny." He walked over and locked the door, shutting the blinds."What's up?" I...asked, very curious."I have a free period now... So, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out," he said, removing his blazer."In here? I thought we were being discrete." No one will be in here, I've requested a quiet period. And the door is locked..." Mike then slowly undid his belt. I saw that as a signal and I walked over to kiss him. Our lips. He liked the name James had given him; then again, he’d learned that he enjoyed the taste of Gin. So, with a wave of his hand, Gin caused a small but very nourishing repast to appear between them and for James to be focused enough that he could finish his meal and get cleaned up so he could go to sleep.The next day, when James was up and refreshed, he invoked the third wish. There didn’t seem to be any immediate sense of change, until James realized he was wearing his glasses and everything was. "Ok mum, but you've got me thinking now." I'm the one who should be thinking." she said and squeezed my hand, "But I'm not, so go ahead and remember I love you." I'll never forget mum" I whispered and drew her into my arms."This is beautiful," said Jill as we strolled down towards the river bank,"Yes, it is." I agreed and she laughed softly."There are a couple of reasons why I wanted a few minutes alone with you, but getting terse, two or three-word answers from you isn't one of them." Ok, so. I hugged her tightly from her back. For that my right hand reached at her right breast. I waited for few minutes and then started my action.My right hand was on her right breast, I made slight movement at my finger and felt that my middle finger was at her giant nipple, which I have fed in my childhood but never could see in my adult age. I softly touched the nipple, once, twice, thrice. My mom slightly moved but neither impeded me nor removed my hand from her boob. I gathered enough courage.