Pythagorean Theorem and stuff like that,right?"I nodded, looking over at him. He started to explain it and I listenedvery carefully. But as he talked ...n and on I noticed a tension betweenus. It was as if he was holding something back. I tried to ignore it butit was pretty hard to.After he explained everything he wrote out some problems for me to do. Istarted one and within seconds he shook his head. He reached over to grabfor my pencil but accidently grabbed my hand. I looked over at him and. A lot of the kids in class were talking about theupcoming school trip to Six Flags Great Adventure, but I wasn't going soI didn't join in the conversation. I had put yesterday's conversationout of my mind and that should have been an end to it.But it wasn't. Evidently the conversation between Mr. Miller and myselfwasn't as private as I had thought. Cornelius, a rather large black kidfrom my class, was playing first base and overheard the whole thing.What's more, he spread the conversation. We had fun but it was time to end it. We had gone through the whole summer, vacations, dinner, etc and were fine. No weirdness or anything which was great. I was still very attracted to her and often had dirty thoughts but there were no urges or massive desires to fuck her like there previously were. A couple weeks ago, the urges crept back into my head. My wife and I went to a charity function that my in-laws attended too. She looked amazing that night. She wore a brown dress, heels, had her. She nodded for him to go ahead, so he reached up and gently cupped a breast in each hand. He said Cheryl seemed to melt at his touch and he could tell that she hadn’t had a man fondle her for some time by the way she reacted. He bent down and gently kissed and suckled on one nipple and then the next. When he looked up at Cheryl, her eyes were closed and a look of pleasure was on her face. He repeated his kissing and suckling for a few minutes. Then Cheryl reached for his belt, undid it,.