Blair asked, ‘What do you remember most about our college years.’ Without hesitation he replied, ‘The night you took the dare at the sorority pa...ty.’ ‘I remember that night also.’ Nothing more was said as they finished their wine and started the walk back to the Johnson home. ‘How about a nightcap? Mr. Johnson asked. ‘I really should be going home,’ she replied. He took her hand and led her into the house. The minute he closed the door, they came together and their lips met. They began. I looked at him puzzled and said. "That will be no problem. There is no one else coming to visit." Fine he said, "I am going up to my room to change and I should be down before Shirley comes back."I looked at Ginny and said, "Something funny is going on here. He hasn't said a word about last night?Ginny giggled, "I have a feeling that we are going to learn something significant in the next ten to fifteen minutes." Do you think so?" I asked."Of course," Ginny said, "No Shirley, champagne in the. ‘Take that, you randy little maid. Can you feel that?’ Kneeling on the floor, Sylvia fucked herself faster and faster, her head was spinning with lust. She saw the man forcing the tip of his thumb into the woman ass, making her whimper. ‘Oooh yeah, make me cum,’ she howled, as the man’s cock kept pounding into her. ‘Make me… cum.’ The man’s unshaven face was red from the strain, and finally Sylvia heard the woman scream as the orgasm hit her. She held on hard to the footstool, as she cried out. Margaret sat down behind her desk, and motioned for me to take one of the two chairs facing her. “Darrell,” she said, ‘this will be a delicate discussion, and a confidential one. Please promise not to share it with anyone but your wife Francine, Marcia, and Marcia’s mother Brenda.” I nodded in agreement. “I’m sure you are aware,” she began, “that schools and school faculty are mandated reporters, and that we have an obligation to disclose to proper authorities sexual matters involving underage.