She’s been caught red handed. Michael is standing in the door way but as she focuses she can see something… he’s got his hands in his pants and ...s tugging himself off to her thrusts. “Come in!” she demands Michael walks in awkwardly, one hand still on his junk. “If you’re getting a show… I want one too. Come in here and wank with me” she purrs. Michael’s face is one of shock but he does as he’s told and he perches at the end of the bed and carries on to jack off. “pull your pants down” Michael. She had just graduated and wanted to go to the only room she would miss in this entire building. It was the room of her twelfth grade English teacher, Mrs. Ray. She was tall, thin, blonde, and at forty-seven, she was still amazing to look at. She had wanted Mrs. Ray since the second week of school, when Kimber caught her looking up her skirt while she was taking a quiz. Kimber spread her legs even further apart to give her a better view. The rest of the school year went the same way. Kimber. My view was quickly obscured as Emily noticed Susan's condition and corrected the misallocation of that thin piece of cloth that normally covers the delicious treasure chest.I also noticed the look on Emily's face as she was handling Susan's predicament. It seemed to me there was an interest shown there, that was more than just concern for the clothing malfunction! I made a note to look into that in the near future.Just then, my Mother made her entrance. I guess one of the servants had told her. . ah, did she tell you?" Yes." Are you and I all right?" Yes." How about you and James?"I shrugged. "I need a friend, a male friend. I had hopes that James would fill the role, and I believed our friendship was developing. Whether it will grow or languish now, I can't say." Do you still want his friendship?" Yes."She smiled. "Good, then it will happen."I frowned. "I am confused. I thought James and Deanna were a couple." They are. Brent, James's work separates them nine or ten months every.