“Yes. Not my favorite but I do as I'm told to please.”Most of my answers seemed to turn him on as they were basically about how sexually submissiv... I was. He asked if my husband would be mad that we were together.“Yes, he would,” I said, “but we have a don't ask, don't tell policy.”“Right. So, will you suck my cock if I ask?” “Ask?” I said. “Or tell?”He grinned and said, “Come here, pull my cock out and suck it.”I took a drag of the joint, handed it to him, and knelt to unbuckle and unbutton. ”“Here,” she said, handing him his underwear and shirt.“So modest yuh have become, Joshua,” Miriam said.“We started out on the wrong foot yesterday, Josh,” Baruch said, “I thought perhaps we could start over.”No,” Josh said, “Accept dat I will not, dad, first mom needs tuh apologize tuh my wife. Okay?”“Far voss?” Miram said.“Fawh what?” Josh asked, “Fawh whatcha have de chutzpah tuh ask? A ‘muslim whawh’ yuh called huh yesterday. Ya’ dig? Ovuh again we can not start until de apologizin’ yuh do. I became a better person because of that. When the year was over I had to move on. You understood my visits would be limited in the coming year. Though when I did come to visit we would sit for an hour talking. We caught up with what was going on in our lives. Another year had passed, I had to move on once again. At the last visit in the year you took my hand as I was about to leave and said two simple words; "I knew." That is when our friendship began. Friendship You understood my visits would. I know I shouldn't have called you on the carpet about your panty issue, but I can lose my job if I'm even found looking at a student the wrong way, and neither you nor I want that!" He continued, "Now I would love nothing more than to spread your cute little freckled legs and stick my warm hot hard meat into your slippery wet cunt, ( ... and oh it was at the moment listening to him talk to me like that ... GUSHING is more like it!) but in the circumstances we're in, I can only go home and rub.