So the stage was set, I see sourpuss around nine and Pinky when she was off work at 11. I was going to share the message from the wife with Pinky, but...I wanted to do it in person now. Just as I was putting down the phone, it buzzed again. My wife sent me a short video. I opened it up to her on the bed again. This time she was with Greg, who was standing on the bed, facing my wife. He said hey. Wife said “here is a moment for you to whack off too”. Then my wife turned his body to show his cock,. She looked very pretty for her age. Short brown hair, reading glasses, knee high skirt with a buttoned up shirt.“Sit”, she sternly said pointing at the chair beside her desk. She sat and Mike sat. Ms. 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. “Did I say you could come in twerp!” I said before I looked over my shoulder. “No jackass it's time to eat.” Jessica said “Oh it's you no thanks, Especially if you cooked I prefer to starve over die of some food borne illness or possible posioning.” I replied flatly “Do what you want see if I care.” Jessica said walking out “I already know you don't care!” I said loud enough for her to hear me. She spun around and was suddenly standing in my room closing my door. I spun around and sat up. She sent me a kiss emoticon, I also replied with more kisses and our story starts.We chatted up to one week daily with sending kisses and hearts. One day she asked me about what I was doing on that day. I knew she was asking about my masturbation at her home but I replied in nothing, but she was insisting me and saying we are close friends so you can tell me anything.Then I told her I was masturbating by imagining her. After that, she didn’t reply to me that day. Next day I said sorry but it.