Monique then asked with a twinkle in her eye, "Would you like to be, Chéri?"Amanda was taken aback somewhat replying, "No, not right now."Monique smi...ed, "Maybe later, no?"Amanda's reply was a cautious, "Maybe."Then Monique kissed her deeply, letting loose of her wrists to move down between her legs. Amanda spread them as Monique slipped her tongue between the sweet folds of Amanda's sex. Her tongue gliding over the warm, damp region evoking a delightful response from Amanda.Monique placed her. “She's definitely earning it,” my sister groaned. “We'll see. Your 11 AM is waiting for you in your office.”Yep, I had an office at school. It was set up by the principal. He was more than happy to provide it so long as I let his wife blow me every other week. He subscribed to the “happy wife, happy life” philosophy, and swallowing my cum made her very happy.I walked into see a familiar face. Mrs. Sheldon, Shane's mother, was there. Shane, a guy who also had Mrs. Jun for a teacher, had once. Pooja – ok then, we would have two bowls, one filled with chits of one of the girls’ names including aunty and krupa and the second one filled with chits of fantasies which the girls have. Every incident would be recorded by the rest of the girls and once, everyone assembles, we go for the next round.Within no time the bowls were ready and we were ready for the game. Uncle, picked up the chit from first bowl and it was Pooja. The second bowl had “threesome with mom” written on it. Uncle, aunty. Dottie cut the conversation off after twenty minutes, promising to call back that evening. When she hung up, she and Andi fell into each other's arms, crying.Over the next few weeks, Dottie and Warren and Andi and Warren talked every single day. Much of the conversation covered ordinary everyday details of life, things they should have talked about more in person when they were all together.The day after Dottie and Warren talked, Andi called Matt. Matt had suffered as much guilt as had Warren.