Imight as well have prepared myself for two tigers to rip me apart. Ican't describe the pain that shot through me as she pulled the stripfrom my leg. ... winced. My eyes watered, but I refused to scream like agirl. Like a girl? Who am I trying to kid? How many men do this?Several strips and tears later, she rolled me over onto my stomach. Notmy back! Please don't do my back, I pleaded telepathically. Tearsdripped down my nose as Carla pulled the strips from my back.I looked sideways over at Mom.. . " she moaned as she felt me entering smoothly inside her. Soon she was pressed fully down on me. I sank deeper into her plush mattress. She slowly pulled up and I watched my cock reappear, although it was now coated with her wetness.She slowly slid down again, lowering herself as gently as she could. "Are you okay baby? Am I too heavy?" Go ahead and ride, I will let you know if it is too much!" She smiled, "Really?" she asked as she dropped on me. She let out a loud moan as she. It made me hopeful. Maybe there's still hope for me and Kathy if I don'tchange back. But as far as I know, Kathy is straight. She's neverhinted to me that she could be anything else though.* * *I walked by the assistant manager on my way back to produce. "Erin, myshift is over now, but a glass bottle of milk shattered on aisle 15, canyou clean that up? The mop is in the back." Sure thing," I told her."Have a good afternoon," she said walking away.I went to the back, found the mop and. ”“Oh, that’s so wicked, Daddy,” I groaned. “So I do know her?”He nodded his head.“It’s Miss Wendal, isn’t it,” I gasped, picturing my lovely History teacher, a black-haired, doll-faced beauty with blue eyes and lush breasts that always stretched her blouse and had all the boys, and me, drooling. “I knew it. She’ll be so shocked to learn her student licked her pussy.”Daddy gave me a big grin.“Or is it Mrs. Carpenter from Church?” She was an elegant, older woman, Mother’s age, who taught me.