Her skirt had ridin up even higher now so that I could see some bare thigh above her stocking tops, she caught me looking again and said you really do...think i am attractive don't you...then she leaned in and kissed me….I kissed her back then she pulled back and said I am so sorry I got carried away I am your teacher and I am 55 and your only 16. I told her how much I liked her and how pretty she was, she said we cant its so wrong, then she saw the big bulge in my jeans again and smiled and said. "That isn't mine. That's a filthy book!" Ah found it on the bottom shelf." Abigail turned to the inside front cover. "Who's Annabel Spott?" Sprott," Margaret muttered. "She was ... umm ... a tenant," she said quietly."Oh ... not want her books?"Margaret took a deep breath. "When you were a baby. She'd um..." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a lot of people. We dain't talk about it.. She sat him down on the edge of bed and helped him out of his trousers before sitting down next to him. “Time to keep my promise,” she told him as she held his erection. Al had seen many cuckolds receiving hand jobs from their wives after a night with him. His view was that it is always important that the cuckold in not neglected and made to feel part of the relationship. Kisses mingled with quiet talk as their wives slowly masturbated them always proved to be reassuring for the cuckold as. I folded the cat and placed her in the “toy” box, gently stroking Lady J’s hair as I returned to her, now lying on the bottom of the bed panting lightly, across the blanket box. Smiling I reached for the glass that held the ice, much of it had melted smooth but I still popped the broken lump in my mouth briefly to warm its edges and help prevent it from “burning” the more sensitive parts of her body. For the first time that night she was a little scared, I offered her the security of being.