He lived in a decent looking house, once that looked like it would be a little much for a teachers salary. His wife probably had a really good job of ...ome sort. Knocking on the door, I clinched my bag to me and waiting nervously. I had never been to a teacher's house before, it almost felt like being sent to the principals office. It was like that feeling that you had done something wrong. Now was time for my punishment, or something along those lines. “Hey Imogen,” Mr. Thomas said with a smile. In her hand was a vial of shaving oil and a razor. They fell from her hands as she mounted me…..her fingers ran through my hair and fell in a choke hold around my neck. She arched her back a bit and slowly began to rub her warm pussy on my stomach and belt buckle. I could feel the bristle of cunt hair, and hear her moan in my ear. I felt blood in my cock and the rush of fantasy in my mind. The sticky feeling told me she was getting off. She stopped and took off my cargo shorts. She turned. My mom says and hurries out of the room. Trevor and Dallas look at me. Dont worry I wont bother the two of you. I say and head for the stairs. Dallas grabs one of my hands and turns me around. Im sorry. He says. For what? I ask. For not talking to you for so long. Its been killing me. he says. Releasing our hands. Me too. I really didnt want to not talk to you its just&hellip, Trevor said trailing off. Jamie told us that if we didnt stop talking to you she would tell you what we where talking. The living room was dark, and it felt as though the shadows were creeping up on him from every corner, a silent melody singing his eyes to sleep. As his breaths became deeper, and the room started to black out, he noticed the light on the answering machine. It wasn’t blinking, but there was a message there, so he leaned over and hit the button to replay it. And out came an unrecognizable, slightly gruff voice. ‘Hey there, babe, it’s me, Jack. Give me a phone call when you get back in, and we’ll.