"Linda tells her story to a friend.Note: There is no sex in this storyTo all the readers who asked that the questions be answered, thank you.But honey... it was only a danceThe sequelAnother Chicago winter was history. Today was the first real day of spring. As Linda walked outside she could smell the fresh, clean morning air. She remember the sound of spring rain on the roof as she and her husband made love the night before and how it added to the warm, secure feeling she felt in her husband's. Every day she couldn't wait to get to sixth period and hear his dreamy voice. She got a little excited everytime, which only got worse when it came time to study the reproductive system. Hearing him talk about a cock stiffening due to chemicals sent from the brain made chemicals flow within herself. There were even days where she couldn't stand it anymore and ended up going to the bathroom and getting some relief. One day, however, Mr. Moore asked her to stay after class. As the other students. ????? ?Stop it!? she yelled.????? The bag stopped its gyrations. The screaming was replaced by whimpering.????? Janice felt the van slow and she looked up. They were pulling into the neighborhood where they had rented the house. It was an older suburb with huge oaks shading the sidewalks. There were kids on bikes and older folks walking their dogs. The house they had picked had an attached garage and an unfinished basement, perfect for the next couple of weeks of initial training.????? It. "Your hungry daughter might want some too." I added with a laugh."Oh God" she cried out. "What am I doing?" You're being my slut" I replied. "I'm giving you what you need and you're giving me what I want. And right now, I want to cum."I leaned in a bit more and she slowly relaxed her ring and even pushed out a bit."That's it, you slut" I encouraged "Open that nasty hole and take me in."Milk was now spraying from her right nipple and I was just about all of the way inside her, up until a few.