Unfortunately, I heard the garage open, we both did, and we quickly went back to “tutoring”. My mom came in. Parents have the WORST timing ever.".....and you carry the x so that y is equal to-" I said, trying to seem like we were doing something. Well we WERE doing something, but you know what I mean.“Hey how are you kids doing?” she asked.“Oh not much, just studying really.” I lied.“Oh Tori!! How would you like to stay for dinner?” my mom asked.“Oh no its fine! I really should get going. All of the doors are locked; guess someone let them in downstairs”“Ya, you should tell the land lord, get him the check those fucking locks. I told him they don’t keep those bloody money whores out.”“I will the next time I see him. Oh by the way work called earlier while you were gone… um… nick is sick and can’t work… so… they need me to cover.”“ WHAT! I can’t believe this mess, what am I supposed to do? I am to go out with my friends tonight. Could they find no one else?”“Sorry, did say I. Matching deeds to words, she reversed course, and slid her cool hand beneath my sweatpants, and traced the outline of my hardening tool. "Oohh! Somebody is happy to see me!", she whispered, "I guess I'll just have to get better acquainted!"She slid my pants and shorts down (with my eager assistance!) and laid her head on my stomach, stroking my length. "He looks lonely, I'll give him a little kiss, so he doesn't feel left out."She pursed her dark lips, and smooched my glans. Evidently, she. "I bet he's about to blow his load," Mrs. Shannon giggled to herself. "Well I'd better stop my fun, I am his teacher after all."By this time I was ready to blow and she was still rubbing my leg with her foot. I had to do something... "Would you like to dance?" I said. "I would love to," she said. It's a good thing too because her foot was driving me crazy. I stood up and pulled her chair out for her. "I'm not a good dancer, all I can do is slow dance," I said. "Don't worry about it, that's my.