She had seen something in the physics texts that, seemingly, nobody else had pursued. She thought that it was possible to create an energy field that ...ould slow or stop matter from piercing it. With enough of a power surge behind it the thing would explosively expand its bounds and perform a power strike on any immediate threat--within microseconds. After several generations of engeneering it evolved into a backpack that could be worn. My wife was wrapped up in the possibility of designing a. She then cheekily said if you had been a real student here, you would be heading for a detention for daydreaming like that.Miss Trout then turned and re entered the classroom leaving Jim rather embarrassingly exposed in the school hallway. He vowed that she would pay for that tomorrow as he quickly fled the corridor and went back to his hotel room.That night as he slept he dreamt, He was back to sixteen again in Ms Trout's class sat as he had today in the front row, only Ms Trout was the new. My eyes were transfixed on the insertion, the way the buzzing toy perfectly parted your lips as your pussy seemed to clamor for and embrace it. The scene was driving me mad with desire. Your breasts heaved up and down as your breath grew more and more rapid. I wanted to dive down on top of you rip your shirt apart and take one of them into my mouth. I wanted to caress your nipple with my tongue. To pin you down and kiss your neck. I imagined pulling the toy from your hand and taking its place,. Obviously concerned I asked: “Are you ok?”Between sobs, but without looking at me, Heather replied: “I’m fine… no, much better than fine. That was just... my first time since my son was born.”“What? You haven’t had sex since your last child? How old is he?” I asked, hugging her tightly.“Five.”Heather went on to explain that after the birth her husband had totally lost interest and they’d never fucked again. So I consoled and reassured her until her crying stopped.“So you’ve seriously, not had.