The gleam in your eye as you bit your lip whilst staring at me was exciting me, and you knew it. I could tell that you were excited too, it was obviou... from your body language. As I got another drink, I lost sight of you in the crowd. Trying to make my way back to friends, I was startled when I felt your hands slip around my waist and your breath on my neck. Over the music, I could just about hear you whisper the words "follow me", and I turned in time to see you wink. Desperately clutching to. It didn’t!“I really did feel like I was out on a date, for the first time in a very long time, Johnny!”“Well,” I said, “If you can recall, how did your last date end?”My goodness how she blushed in response to that remark. I was in no hurry to rush anything between us, so I simply, leaned close enough to give her a kiss on the cheek, followed by saying, “Good night Cory, until the next time!”*******I headed off to bed, with a smile on my face, hopeful I might just dream about my mother.No such. "Thus it was that I began to visit Ethel, initially once a week for an hour, but gradually that extended as she shed her village responsibilities. I was far from her only visitor, but I think I was the most regular. She was fascinating. Born in 1921, she talked about her childhood, which seemed happy, even when the Great Depression hit. Her father, a solicitor, indulged her and enabled her to learn to fly, so she was able to join the ATA and ferry military aircraft about during the Second World. Without a word she took me to her bedroom and let me watch her undress. Mrs. Smith was a pretty lady and probably the prettiest teacher in our school…except for Miss Amore who was fresh out of college.Mrs. Smith then undressed me and asked me to run my hands all over her body. I was to make sure that I touched every part of her including between her legs.I thoroughly enjoyed touching her body. I enjoyed playing with her firm tits, her tight ass, and her bald pussy. I touched her nipples, her.