She nodded."But you seem to enjoy it so much more than the others. Perhaps I can arrange for more time for you. After school, perhaps." But I ... I ca...'t." Oh?" I get plenty of sex after school, Ms. Hollis," Heather said. That she was saying this to a teacher was unreal. And a teacher with an Aura as well.An Aura ... and Aura ... she has an Aura ... dammit, SHE HAS AN AURA... "Then I could provide the opportunity for even more," Ms. Hollis said with a silky smile.Heather bit her lip. More sex.. As he bent down to pick it up, I noticed the little fucker looking up my skirt! I clamped my legs closed indignantly, and shouted at him that he was to return after his last class of the day for an hour, a standard punishment when students mis-behaved. As I said, I was feeling a little bit horny anyway and I was almost ashamed when my pussy gave a little twitch. I found myself looking at him, he was a good looking guy I must admit. Slender and athletic, he must've worked out and played. But it doesn't help to fall asleep the way sex does. Wanking in front of the TV is frustrating especially with Rich looking at me with an are-you-an-idiot gaze. I remembered the time in college when we tried adult dating first. That was fun, we saw many boobs, but no one wanted to fuck a teen. Time has changed. I'm in a city where none remembers me, why not?It was a surprise to see hookups flourish in our dump. I set up a search filter, so I get results only in the closest distance to my house.. The waitress gave me a disgusting look when she came over. "I'll have the peppered steak and the slut will have the chicken." he told her. When we finished our food the bar tender came over and started chatting with my husband. He was looking at the collar. "That's interesting." My husband turned to me "What are you." he asked. I looked at him for mercy. He looked threateningly at me."I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." Nice to meet you, Pauline the slut. What brings you here." My husband then told.