" I owed you," she replied. "I owe you more than that!" She looked at the clock. "But I've got to run and clean up and get ready to go to class..." Th...s was the exit line she'd come up with in the wee hours of the morning, watching him sleep and lamenting how unfair it was that she couldn't -- shouldn't -- expect more... "Oh, shit! Me, too!" Mike lurched up. "We might have time for a shower, if we hurry..." I'll do mine in my room," she said gently, reaching for her blouse. She was already in. A man who doesn't act like a man isn't a man, they think. Well, duh! So he must be a woman. One or the other. But why? Different strokes." You must certainly have noticed that a lot of things happened at the same time around five months ago. Monica got bored with your gentle decency and fucked someone with balls, and got her cunt planted by one of the great cocksmen in this part of the country. Then she breached a hard-argued three year old agreement with her husband never to say anything about. Her name was Nina (not her real name of course), and I first met her in 2006, when I was 13 years old. She was my math teacher at the time, and she didn't exactly attracted me yet, since I was just blooming sexually. She was (and still is) good friends with my mother, who was also a teacher at my school. So, through that mutual relationship, she knows me. It wasn't until I was 18 in 2011, when I was at my final 2 years at my old high school, that she truly made my dick hard! At the time, I was. Somehow his hand managed to brush across my thigh. It was like a bolt of lightening had hit me. Instantly my pussy was so wet and burning for his touch. I wanted him. I grabbed him and pulled him to me and kissed him hard, my tongue probing inside his mouth. He was very receptive to the idea, his hands were already exploring my body. touching, searching, probing for my moist folds. He pushed his finger up into me and it about made me lose my mind. I really wanted this guy to fuck.