On the mat inside the front door was a pretty large pile of mail. Most of it was junk; pizza offers, a couple of samples of wash powder and several bi...ls. Of the others, there was a postcard from Jon, (sent before we had met at the farmhouse) from some sunny beach he and Susan had gone to for the long weekend; a really long letter from my accountant detailing my 'increasing balance' and then one intriguing offer to stand on the board of directors at one of the upper-class schools in the city.. When she opened her eyes, Damian was on his back his cock still rock hard as he slowly stroked it waiting for her to sit on his meaty throne.She moved over to him and lowered herself down to him, the thick bulbous mushroom head prodded against her slit as she sunk completely onto it until she was fully impaled on his thick cock."Bounce on my cock, you knocked up cheating slut," Damian said, his voice coated thickly in lust.Fiona moaned loudly and bounced harder and faster. "Keep talking.... "Ahh James, good. We're ready to go if you are?" Of course," I nodded."Alright, just like we discussed yesterday. I'll have some introductory remarks, you'll make your statement and then we'll open it up to questions. A few of those and we're done."And that was pretty much how it went. My statement was so bland as to be totally unmemorable. I at least couldn't remember it five minutes after I said it. The only real surprise was when one of the men asked me about my military career. The Major. Another thing I love is running. I try to run everyday and as long as I don't have any injuries, I will do 6 or 7 miles at a time. While some people find jogging all by themselves boring, I cherish the quiet loneliness. It gives me time to fantasize and wonder what is happening in my life. I am sure these dreamlike moments keep me sane and allow me to function in the everyday world.The reason for my story is that I have had the hots for a part-time boy's Physical Ed teacher named Ronny. I have.