…I see your flushed cheeks in the face of every woman I walk past. Light, wavy tresses of hair catch my eye on the street and bring the memory of th... imagined you back to life. Suddenly, everything reminds me of you. The gentle, rhythmic clip of heels on concrete. The bold stocking seams slinking up the back of passing legs. The full rouged lips of a colleague as I’m greeted with a smile. As I take up my office seat, my fantasies undulate, ebbing like the ocean's tide, calling me back in… I. " You better not. Okay, enough fun and games, I'm heading onto the freeway. I'll see you soon."I made it in an hour and twenty-five minutes. We spent a couple minutes saying hello and expressing how much we had missed each other and then headed over to check on Susan. I was a little surprised to find a pickup parked in her driveway since I knew Susan drove a Camaro. I asked Bob about it and he suggested that maybe one of the other teachers had dropped by as well. My level of concern went up. It was early afternoon before they were on their own again. Peggy looked at Dwayne. ‘Did you get any wiser yet as to this Tillotson business?’ ‘Yes. She had an affair. I er – there’s photographs to show. I don’t know for certain but I think it must have been going on for well over a year. That’s how long we hardly ever touched…’ Peggy was very quiet for a long three minutes. Then she sighed and said, ‘I feared as much, she often went out of an afternoon, and she obviously didn’t go shopping.. He ask, 'How old are you?" _" I replied. A recent birthday just made me legal. I liked his hands and what they did to me; I didn't want him to stop. His hand slid between my thighs and I couldn't help the moan as he stroked me. his thick fingers slid under my wet panties, the middle finger dipping deep in my pussy before sliding up to circle and rub my clit. I started breathing fast, then panting. His older hand burrowed under my tank top and its built in shelf bra, groping my b cup size.