I stared at the note, my mind racing, wondering what his “lesson plan” could be. I was somewhat in a daze when the first of my students walked int... the room. I quickly stuffed the note back into the envelope and into my pocket-book.When I got home from work, I lied to my husband that I was going to meet with a couple of other teachers in my grade to go over some planning the next day. He didn’t care – he was going to go golfing with some friends in the afternoon anyway. My husband never cares. Mom threw me the keys to the car and said “You drive Danny, I have a splitting headache.”So I hopped behind the wheel and began the nearly hour and a half drive to Aunt Marsha’s house. Aunt Marsha was a bit eclectic, not really pretty, but she had a rack that needed turn signals. I do not know her measurements but ‘busty’ does not do her justice.As mom closed her eyes to fend off her head ache, I reminisced about the last time we visited Aunt Marsha’s house. Mom hugged her sister and then Aunt. Milking every ounce from you. Filling my insides full of your hot spunk. I slid my finger over my clit again. Another wave of pleasure. I can hear the grunts in my mind. Four men, stroking, begging for my mouth. Slamming skin against skin. You had wanted this. Me to be your little whore. I will do anything for you. Anything just to see the look on your face of complete satisfaction. To know that you control me. That you have me, completely. My finger now dips inside. Its tight. Warm,. “Hi,” he said. “What’s up?”“I…..” Janice started to say and stopped. She had no idea how she was going to talk about this. She took a seat next to him on the bed. “I ran into Carol Jones today,”“Really?. I saw her this morning.”“Yes, She said you had.” Janice said and the smile on Tom’s face vanished.“Looks like that’s not all she said,” he said.“No. It wasn’t.”There was a long silence while each of them tried to think of what they were going to say next. It was Janice who broke the.