"You maybe just noticed?" she teased, still stroking him. He shook his head. "So maybe you always feel this way?" He nodded. "So why you never finish,...huh? Why you start something and not finish?" Because," he stumbled a reply, "because... you never gave me the chance." Is always up to woman? I must send you telegram, perhaps?" She unbuckled his trousers and opened his fly buttons. Her hand snaked inside and rubbed his hard penis."I... I thought you... didn't want to..." John explained,. Yes you are!" I said in hushed tones as I ruffled her fur. "No call from James when Buffy clobbered through the house, he must be asleep," I mused to myself. I made my way up the stairs and down the hall to his office door. It was open enough that I could poke my head in without moving it. There he was, fast asleep in his chair, head tilted back, lightly snoring. He looked so cute, I couldn't bear to disturb him. It was moments like these that my guilt really ate at me. He was a good man and I. I turned her head that way and she saw and started squeezing her boobs with one hand. Looking at her and pumping in deep strokes I couldn't on much longer . Another one minute of pumping I came for the second time deep in her pussy filling the condom full of juice. I fell on her and we lay down on the ground sweating and catching our breath. We both saw the time it had been almost a couple of hours since I had come in to the store. I got up and said ' I must change and go now ' . ' Yes let me. I'll be fine. It must have been nerves that gave me the nightmare, too. I just need to plunge on in."My parents were now truly suspicious. I had never shown that kind of interest in school; but since there was nothing illegal, immoral or fattening about it, they let it drop.To say my approach to school was different is a great understatement. I whizzed through Algebra, Geometry, and Algebra II in the first semester alone. I convinced Ms DuPree, my French teacher, that I had already studied.