You want to cum again and again, don't you? Well, I'm going to take you there right now," I promised."Yessssss, yessssss, yesssss," Lesa cried. "I wan... more. I want to cum again. Work my pussy with your mouth and fingers. It feels sooooo good." All of a sudden, Lesa's face went bright red again and she convulsed in an intense orgasm. Yet no words were coming from her lips. The pleasure had sapped her of all her senses but one.As her body shook and flopped, Lesa's pussy squeezed my fingers in an. She saw me and then said, “As I expected, next time please pay attention to what I speak rather than checking me out.”I was shocked, she had noticed me. She gave me a smile and left. But I was glued to the bench in guilt and embarrassment. I couldn’t even gather the courage to go tell her that I’m sorry. So I decided to make up to her the next day. I went in early and started revising the part she taught yesterday.To my surprise, she came in early as well. She saw me and said, “Well I didn’t. Perhaps the purpose of this odd ceremony was to impart some information as to their new husbands' identities?The dishes were many and varied; of course, David recognised hummus, but asked for the head of the kitchen staff to brought out to speak to him when some other items puzzled him. An old woman who had clearly been disfigured deliberately some years ago was brought forward. She was wearing a shapeless overall which appeared to conceal a fairly plump body.'Never trust a thin chef, ' thought. ”“Vicki Duncan is an impossibility, Dad.” I looked at Mom. “Mom, you already understand.”“Yes, son.”“Well?” I questioned.“We’ll stand with you, son. You may have a wait. Are you sure you’re up for that?”“Yessir. I’ll stand for it.”Since then, our two families have gotten together. Not much to talk about. Done deal and all.Vicki’s turn:It’s NOT a crush, it’s a connection.I’ve heard the ‘it’s a crush’ thing. Did an analysis. Yes, you can go ahead and hang all those ‘fourteen-year-old’ criteria on.