During the tellingof the story, Justin was expertly fixing Patty's skirt.When he was finished, Patty then inquired, "How did you meet dad?"Again, Just...n told the story of how he met his father from his mom'sperspective which was now his perspective. He described it with all theemotion and feeling that Karen had put into the story when she told him.He didn't just describe what happened, but also how he felt. He wasstill twelve-years-old, but he related the story of his mom's and dad'sfirst. Possibly in her late thirties, she wasn’t particularly pretty but, as she stopped to examine something and turned sideways on to Greg; he noticed she had the sort of handsome appearance some mature women were blessed with, that really appealed to him. Her makeup was immaculate and her general appearance suggested a woman who didn’t have to worry about the extent of her clothes budget: everything she wore was subtly expensive!She was dressed just the right side of raunchy to still be respectable. Walked also started enjoying my tight pussy. He was fucking me nice and hard and then rubbed my clit too. He was looking down at my beautiful tight cunt when he fucked it hard. I wanted him to look into my eyes but didn’t ask him to do so. I let him fuck me the way he wanted. “Stop, stop.” I said. “What happened?” he asked. He might have thought that I changed my mind. “I want to suck you and taste my own cum.” I said, as I got up and grabbed his cock. He was on his knees and I bent over facing. "I write my own notes." Oh," he said, not quite believing what he was hearing."Hurry," Cherry said, rolling back over and closing her eyes."Oh yeah," he said, the clock not giving him time to consider alternatives. He jumped into his clothes and was running out the door before he had another thought.He had plenty of thoughts during the day. He had thoughts ranging from the pleasure of making love to Cherry to thoughts upbraiding himself as a perverted child molester and horrible teacher taking.