"Hello, Mother," I said."Where have you been?" she asked-with no heat, remarkably enough."At Ed's. You remember Ed." She actually nodded at him! "Last...night was the junior prom," I told her."It was?" she said. She shuffled over to the couch in the living room-the living room and the kitchen were really one room. "What did your dress look like?" she asked softly, surprising me."I wasn't wearing one," I laughed. "You picked a real good week to put me in The Program." You mean, you had to go to. “Why would you want to fuck your teacher?” “There’s something about you that screams out to me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me from the second I walked into your class. Images of you ravishing me on your desk leaked into my mind and I wasn’t able to shake them, so I stopped trying. I let those images shape themselves into sexy fantasies and I masturbate to you every day, sir. Every day I imagine your cock penetrating my tight cunt, filling me with your meat, splitting me open.” “You talk dirty for. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"The gas driven pumping was like a jack hammer the vibrations a demented washing machine on full spin. Her clit had been waiting so long and now this; a ferocious unyielding intruder, blind, uncaring able to continue almost indefinitely at mechanical speed and intensity."Ugggggggggggggg!" She felt the stiff rubber shaft curve a little banging hard on her cervix her knees buckling her twat buried hand giving her support.That hand was now awash with teachers love juices her. “Would you like to come with us, as Lori’s partner? It’s formal wear, so I’ll be wearing my dress uniform; you will have to wear a dinner suit.”“I would love to go,” I said. “So it has been two hundred years since the US gained independence from England?”“Well, not exactly, but the Declaration of Independence was signed on July 4th, 1776. The war went on for another few years, and didn’t really end until 1783. The ball is at the Hilton Hotel ballroom; all sorts of dignitaries will be there; it.