. I already knew it had a local reputation for being a cruising and dogging area at nights.. not just the old building, but the bushes and trees that ...rew thickly all around it! So, on I walked, now my pace was faster as in my mind I was already overpouring with real rude, perverted, depraved and eager sexual anticipation...!! Yes.. I was so very randy for any old mens' stiff cocks now.. and I was going to go there, and if necessary wait ..... !!As *I approached the darkened lonely old. My father ran up the stairs and burst into my room catching me on all fours with Billys cock still in my pussy. I tried to tell him I was 18 so whats the big deal, but he wasnt having it. He sent me out here to Grampys house. Away from my Billy and his lovely cock.The days passed slowly, me trying to keep occupied and Grampy trying to ignore me. Then one hot sultry day things changed. It was too hot for a bra so I figured why wear one? Its just Grampy and me here anyway. So I put on my shortest. ‘Well Sir, it was nice working with you today,’ said Dagwood as he stuck a few straws in his nose and left. I dumped my bucket in the sink and headed out when the pager went off. ‘You have…one…new message…in which…one…is marked ‘urgent’.’ I hit the button to retrieve the message and a voice I had heard before came on. It was Fuchs. ‘Hey, Sweetwalker, the copier on twelve just died. Let’s go pencilhead!’ Wonderful. * * * I finally managed to unjam the copier that Fuchs fucked up and headed home. He was never the top of his class but was never in the lower half.My son was fourteen years old and was in grade nine. He had told me about his teacher, a gorgeous woman about my age. Every day he would have something else to say about her, even using vulgar language about her, which I didn’t condone.I knew he went through puberty without a hitch and even knew about some of his friends. But the way he was talking about his own teacher, I did not like one bit. I gave him a bit of a telling off,.