.. Yeah, like that! You're stretching my ass. I feel so full! Its like you're giving me a massage from the inside out. GOD! Please do me, fuck me, fuc... my ass, baby please! I want it. I want you in me! FUCK ME!"Jack grinned. He'd expected a similar response after a while, but it was still fun to hear it. He shucked his clothes in rapid time, then took the condom from beside the conveniently located KY jelly, placed it on his rock hard cock, and added a little more KY just to be safe. Climbing. “Simpson, wait please.” She didn’t sound all that happy.After everyone else had left, she went to her desk and sat down. “Come closer please,” she said, beckoning to me. Then. “Sit,” she pointed at a chair. She didn’t sound cross, she did sound determined.“Your father has been in touch.” I blanched. Shit. What had he said about Talulah? Mrs Clarke wasn’t Talulah’s maths teacher, but she was her, our, form teacher, so anything like this would come through Mrs Clarke.Mrs Clarke just looked at me.. I had become lax as I forgot to lock my bedroom door. I was so focused on my dirty thoughts about my mom I did not hear her upstairs. My mom opened my bedroom door right in the middle of my stroke. She stopped right there with her mouth open as I quickly grabbed a pillow to cover my cock. She started to laugh, “Oh boy, I always knew I could accidentally walk in on you jerking off.”“MOM!”“It’s ok honey every boy, and man strokes his cock to someone. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I didn’t bump into Angela for the rest of the day and my wife and I enjoyed a wonderful Christmas holiday together.When the beginning of year conference came around I saw Angela and was glad to find that I did not go weak at the knees. I did not talk to her until the lunch break when Jane brought her over to say hi. I managed to act reasonably maturely on the outside but when she looked at me, inside me or through me, however you describe it, I was putty in her hands. Her face, her hair, her.