I stopped playing with her hair long enough to massage both of her hands.When I was finished with her hands, she hopped on the bed with me. “In my ...edroom, there is a bottle of baby oil on the vanity. Can you get it for me, please?” I walked into her bedroom, got the baby oil, and returned. She hadn’t moved a muscle. I put the oil on the floor near the bed.She took off her white socks and said, “Now would you massage my feet for me, please?” she asked.Now, I this was a request. And I am. He came by and slapped his...butt and called him a fag." He kinda smiled a bit when he said 'butt'. Probably because he was so eager to get in my jeans."Is this true?" said the man, looking to me."Well...yeah, but...I don't really--" Young man," he sternly said. "Bullying is bad; no exceptions. And you..." he pointed to my old friend. "...I should call your parents, but this isn't Middle School. I'm not required to give a damn about any of you."Okay. Long story short, we all had to go home. And. What we didn't do was phone sex which was not her thing. But one day at the teacher's lounge she started sending me pictures through my cell phone. First a picture of her titties, and then a picture of her clean shaven pussy with her finger inside. A third one came with her sucking on her finger. The girl was a freak and knew how to get my attention. I quickly put my phone away preventing the other teachers to get a peek. The neighbors were not thrilled with the arrangements Cynthia and I made. (Thats actually how i found this site) And even finding the dirty towels that he jerked into. Bu i was used to that my husband had been doing that also. I found it natural for a teenage boy to be horny looking at porn and releasing some steam, but boy i didn't know what was going on after me and my husband left the house."Oh hey Danny, didn't know you were here already" said James(husband)"Hey James, yeah just got here had to get out of my moms house so i came over" Danny replied"well wont be.