She was dizzy as she closed the door behind her. The door to what used to be her office, but was now his. There were plenty of signs the teacher was...losing herself in her student, her stud, her buck. But none of that mattered looking at his naked, sculpted body stroking his massive dick in her chair. His chair. It was the most natural feeling in the world as she sauntered over to him, raised her skirt, and labored to lower her gushing sex down on his shaft."Uhhhhhh, so thick Jayden...". They were having pasta and onions, with hardly any meat, and some day old bread that Dad had scored in a bread line, when there was a knock at the door.Amy, the youngest of three daughters, at thirteen and 4'9" with her dad's ash blonde hair, got up to answer the door. What met her was two tall, very well dressed, black men. "Is this the Jones residence?" One asked. Knowing all along, that this was indeed the household he was looking for. "Yes it is." Amy said. "Then may I speak with your. The eyes, the window to our soul, and she wanted him to know her eyes were open to him. He came toward her, slowly approaching her space, she moved closer to him, letting him know it was OK. He kissed her, with tender urgency, long and deep, their tongues entwined with the taste of their passion. She melted right there in his arms, in his kiss, he whispered in her ear, her resolve dragged away by the warmth of his breath on her body. A sigh, a moan, a gasp she wasn’t even sure of her own. "Hi Jeff, how's the job with Mrs. Wilson? We heard you went to work for her today.", one boy asked."It's OK. She's tough but she pays good.", I replied.There were more questions and I gave noncommittal answers to all of them. I tried to give the impression that she expected me to work hard and was a no nonsense person. Gossip about her would also be gossip about me. My answers would be repeated at dinner tables all over our little town tonight. Not much happened here and any tiny tidbit of news.