You know who you are.It's a lot of effort, these little stories. Each one has to be meticulously researched. I have to go back into my memory banks an... reconstruct the scenes, remember old girlfriends, recall unimaginably sexy memories. During every single one I get horny. I always play with myself and that leads to other things. You understand. At least once. Usually twice, and sometimes more. That all takes time.Then I have to go back a couple of days later and proofread. I always get another. As foretold by my uncle, the Bainbridges were pleasant though quiet, and very much salt-of-the-earth types. They were not flashy at all, but rather more conservative, though not plain. They were of forty years or so, and long married. Hope Bainbridge was a rather handsome woman and was most certainly a beauty when younger. As it was, she was a short woman and buxom, much like myself, and though childbirth had thickened her waistline, she was by no means stout, and I could easily envisage her. She gave me a kiss and walked out completely naked while jiggling her ass. I couldn't help myself and starred at this masterpiece of an ass. Miss Peters seemed a angry. We both got dressed and sneaked out of the school. She gave me ride home.On the next day i had to use the toilet. While i was standing in front of it, a hand started to softly stroke my dick while someone kissed my neck."Miss Peters, what are you doing? We could get caught."My dick was rock hard."Wrong! I'm your other fuckslut.". I tried to give myself enough time to lose my erection but I was still hard when I returned. She took the milk as if she didn't see but I was sure she did look. It seems she is toying with me but I can't say for sure so in my situation I thought it best to play it safe. A few days passed and I picked up on some references to oral sex that I dismissed at first but when I started thinking about them, it seemed the conversation was steered to that subject in such a way it seemed a natural coarse.