" "Oh really?" she said somewhat sarcastically. "I wouldn't know about those things lately." she added. "Twice!" I thought to myself. "That's twice sh...'s mentioned a lack of sex. This is good." Tell you what...it's still early...why don't we just sit here and have a few beers and talk a while before we go out." I suggested. "Suits me...but are you gonna stay in that tie all night like some preacher," she replied laughing as she reached for my empty bottle. I watched her sashay to the fridge as. The multi-colored beachball hit me square in the face. The shock sent me backwards and the ball rolled down, up over my bust and was caught in the “basket” my bulg- ing breasts, bellie and bent knees had made. I laid there on my back with hands grasping the beachball that lay atop my stomach. “You” I felt peculiar. “jerks?” There was a tingling within my belly. An odd sensation. A slight pressure. I looked to the peaks of my breasts, eyeing the beachball. I. Their heads lifted, their eyes now glossy.“You’re naked,” the Hispanic girl said. “And cute.”“Rosa,” said the blonde, giggling. “Gosh, he’s old enough to be your dad.”“And?” Rosa asked, arching her eyebrows. “He’s cute. Don’t deny it, Natalie. He’s like Mr. Bates.”“Eww, our English teacher? This guy’s hotter than Mr. Bates.”“So you do think he’s hot, Natalie.”The blonde gave her friend a sheepish grin.Others were moving. The MILF was fondling her tits while her son was popping a boner, staring. " We sat down across from each other in my living room: him in a chair and I on the couch. It was hard for me to believe that in less than a day, I would be fucking this man on demand in a way I hoped to never do when I lived life as a whore. "I'll be at your graduation. Noon, correct?" "Yes." "You'll start work for me the following Monday." I didn't say anything. "That leaves a very empty weekend." "I know what you expect of this weekend. I'm not going to go back on my word." "But you.