“Fuck me,” you beg. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to come,” you whisper. I lick down your stomach and stop with my head just between your...legs. I press my tongue to your clit through your panties and the feel of the cloth drives you insane. “Take them off,” you moan. “I want your wet tongue between my legs now!” and again you boom your voice into the darkness. I stand slowly lifting your legs with me. I reach down and draw your panties up your legs. Getting ready I unzip my jeans and pull my. I went to the cupboard to get a condom, but when the husband saw what I was getting he told me that they had discussed this and as no guy had ever used a condom with his wife (I was later to find out that she had only had sex with one other guy before she met her husband) they didn’t want tonight to be any different. I was carried away with the situation and agreed. I stood behind her and slowly pushed my cock into her pussy. My 8 inches went in with no problems. As I fucked her and could feel. He knew all he could do was give me time and space and I’d share when I was ready.The day progressed pretty much as normal, and being tired from our love-making the previous day, I was glad when lunchtime arrived and I could rest in the common room. Jason was obviously still thinking about me, as he texted me as I tucked into my lunch.Jason: “Hi Teacher Green. Hope you had a nice school trip yesterday. The museum curator says to thank you for your enthusiastic participation during the trip.I. I understand whyyou want to learn how to be a boy and after some thought I think it's agood idea. I don't feel any different being a boy or a girl and that hasbeen implied too many times, is because I always act like a girl. I thinkit'll do me good to learn how to be a boy. If I don't like it then Iwon't do it and I'll think again." What if you do?" Then I'll have plenty of fun. I don't dislike being Jayne, I just haveto get used to the fact that clothes don't affect the person I am. Theydon't.