” and I interrupted her and said YES I do. You’re not gonna go around saying I’m not any good without at least trying it first. I was nervous as...hell, but also developing such a raging boner at this point that I didn’t care. I had to go for it. “There’s no way we’re gonna have sex right now” she said. She was standing at the end of my bed, and I walked up to her and pulled the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. I let the straps drop and her dress started to fall. She quickly pulled her. "Very good," Amanda said warmly, with delight in her voice. She squeezed his bottom, and waited for a moment, hoping his erection would soften just a bit. It took longer than she thought it would, which pleased her in a way. "How're they feeling now?" Amanda asked, rubbing his thigh, and then moving up and cupping his testicles. "Ache-" Mike cleared his throat, "Aching a lot". "Mmmm-hmmmm," Amanda acknowledged, as she gently rubbed them, which did nothing for the achiness, but she seemed to be. She began to moan softly which pulled my eyes away from my son. I didn’t expect her to be anything but passed out. I was getting a little nervous. Looking up between her legs, sighting down her hairy bush and between her breasts, I looked at her face. Her eyes were not completely closed. They were opened just a tiny bit, almost slits. To my shocked surprise I discovered that she was not as passed out as I thought she was.I stopped dead in mid lick. I raised my head. I was caught and I knew I. Davis went on about how misbehaved his child was in regards to talking too much and always tickling the girls in the class. Mike laughed and asked what the big deal was. Ms. Davis couldn’t believe this question. “Tickling is very annoying and disruptive,” she said.As she spoke Mike couldn’t take his eyes off of her feet. She had on flats and had her legs crossed dangling one shoe right in front of him. She noticed this. Ms. Davis had always taken care of her feet. She would never admit it.