Edhar mai soch raha tha k usko kaise apna banau, muze ek idea aaya. Jab wo chai lekar ayi to maine pucha, kaun tha wo” usne jawab diya “tere jijju...ka dost” mai bola kab se chal raha hai” wo boli “tuze kyo janna hai” mai bola kuch nahi, aur smile di, tab wo usne b smile di.Humne chai pi, wo boli ye bat tu kisiko mat batana” mai bola “lekin muze kya milega” behan boli “jo chahiye sab dungi” maine mauka dekhalar kaha “muze aapke balo me hath ghumana hai” wo boli, thik hai, aur wo bathroom me gayi.. Ms. Irene Waggonner was a 56 year old white haired spinster, frumpy and rotund and not at all the object of my sexual attention. She was a biology teacher and also in charge of the schools collection of text books, including fall distribution. She requested that I work with her the week before school started to count and distribute text books into the class rooms where they would be assigned as soon as school started. When she first showed me the book storage arrangement, I couldn't believe the. "And do you remember what happened when we talked about it?" She remembers.... he put her over his knee as he sat on the bed and spanked her bottom... it was kind of fun really, she remembers pretending to squeal and wriggle and before she knew it they were in bed having really hot sex. "You said you were sorry and you wouldn’t do it anymore. But you haven’t learned your lesson at all have you?" "Ooh no sorry" she says. "You might have to teach me it again, I will try harder really." . How was your trip?" Long and uncomfortable," I answered."Well, you have the entire summer to recover," she said and showed me that smile. It seemed forced, though.We were silent for a long time, neither knowing where to start.Finally, Mom broke the silence. "David, I don't know what to say. Everything happened so quickly. Even now I'm still in shock. I never knew about your father."She paused and I could see tears in her eyes. I could feel the anger building in me again. I swallowed down the.