My Dad was blissfully ignorant about it all and still thought I was his little angel. There hadn't been a boy yet to turn me down, but now I set my si...hts on a bigger target.Mr. Anderson was a nice looking man. He was also my Dads best friend from college and my last class of the day. He taught algebra. He always brought me home after school like my dad had arranged. My Dad thought kids on the bus were troublemakers. He was going through a divorce with his wife. My dad talked to him about it a. It’s never going to happen. If anyone is going to penetrate anyone in this relationship, it’ll be me, making love to you. But I promise you this; i’ll make love to you with the strapon whenever you want. All you have to do is ask.”After this Sonia told me to lick her pussy or little flower as she called it. I immediately went down and started licking my wife’s wet pussy. I licked her hard till she came and after that she slowly drifted off to sleep. Flashes of Sonia fucking me kept on coming to. What the fuck you plannin’ on? Living in my fuckin’ face.They stopped.The clicks quit.Going into my hood, I headed down.Oouchf! Fuck! One god damn pointy kick in the fuckin’ ribs.Squinting, I looked up. Looked up legs that went to the fuckin’ moon.Legs that ended inside a micro-skirt swathed in darkness framed by the fuckin’ sun.‘Hey, bozo.’What the fuck . . .? ‘Piss off.’‘Oouchh!’ This fuckin’ kick hurt.The bitch was lucky she was wearin’ stilettos or I’d stomp her. I turned and said, ‘Oh my God! Thomas, you surprised me.’ He smiled at me and said, ‘Dr. Thompson, I thought I could come over and say thank you for all you’ve done for me after my accident.’ I smiled back at him and replied, ‘The flowers are lovely and these cookies look delicious.’ I took a bite of one of the cookies. As I ate the cookie, I felt Thomas’s arms snaking around my waist. After I ate, I looked into his eyes and stroked his hair. He deeply and slowly kissed my lips. One of his.