.."I ... you know when I was like ... in my freshman year of high school ... I had a thing for my English teacher. I'd have all these fantasies about ...er. Her name was Mrs. Peters. I'd guess she must have been about 40 when I had her class. She was tall and thin, always well dressed, very severe, and had this big yardstick in her hand when she was teaching. The other kids hated her, but she had this way in class that no one ever messed with her. She was the only white teacher in the school the. I married her because she wore the sexiestpanties I have ever seen a women wear.But I tried not to tell my young bride just why Imarried her. Sure she has a killer body but her sheerpanties just drove me nuts! I just couldn’t keep myselfout of her panty drawer or the hamper.One day as I went into the bathroom I opened the hamperto see her sheer red panties from the day beforestaring up at me. I grabbed them and sniffed heressence. Next thing I knew I had a ranging hard-on and I had puther. As I got slowly out ofbed it came back to me, seeing all the pink that filled the room.I found him asleep in an overstuffed chair in the living room, a hugepile of garbage bags filled with refuse. He'd been up all night cleaning.So I let him sleep and went into the kitchen.It was a total disaster area, but I cleared a spot, cleaned out thecoffee pot and started a fresh pot. Then I began the task of cleaning thekitchen. I was on the second pot of coffee when I heard, "You didn't needto clean. "Shall we go back inside? I think I hear another slow song," I said.He looked at me for a moment then winked, "Only if you promise I can haveanother one of those before the evening is over." Why wait," I winked back and kissed him again. A longer and very tenderkiss.We made our way back inside just in time to see Steve sprawling on thefloor. Some guy was standing over him shouting "If you ever touch herlike that again you won't be getting up." Jay and I looked at each otherand broke out.