I had a school boys crush on her, the same as I had on some of my teachers in my school. I did't yet feel the sexual urges of puberty, but I could rec...gnize beauty when I saw it. She worked as a nurse at the nearby hospital.They had been living across the street for a year before Mrs. Michaels became pregnant. When the children were very young I was asked to babysit them when Mrs Michaels and her husband would have a date night. By the time I was 15 I had a huge lustful crush on Mrs. Michaels.. Jon, listen, I didn't mean what I said ... I was just having another one of my little episodes, just forget I ever said anything okay."The beast inside me disagreed.The cold voice continued to speak through me. "No Sarah. I said I would spank you for being so discourteous yesterday, and I mean to keep my word."Sarah bit her bottom lip and shook her head. Her red hair fell in front of her eyes. She seemed almost scared of me. She was all suddenly conscious of the fact that in her current. His hand wet to her head, rubbing it as she sucked on him, she went slowly and deliberately, wanting it to last.In a way, she was sorry that she had mistreated him, he was a nice guy, she sucked him into her mouth and dropped her hand to his large balls, cupping and massaging them, wanting to make him feel good. She could feel the affect she was having on him, his cock grew in her mouth, she timed her movements to obtain the maximum pleasure for them both. Secretly, she wondered what lay in. Fred said she designed and made it herself. When she leaned over my desk to bring me her work, I tried not to stare at her cleavage. Her aroma was natural, healthy, a hint of sweetness, very feminine, but only mildly sexual — maybe the way a goddess would smell. When she left the room, Fred tossed me some coins. ‘You know how I like my coffee. I’ll find a table outside. God, she smells good enough to eat.’ He rolled back to his desk. The break buzzer sounded. I made it to the vending machines.