Taking her by the wrists, I dragged her into the position I had fantasized about for months. Stretched across the bed from one side to the other, her ...ead hanging off the edge. I'd booked a room with a tall bed, specially - spinning a tale about a bad knee to the hotel to get what I wanted. Her head hung down, neck arched, mouth open at exactly the height of my cock. I took a few strokes with my hand, milking a little more precum from the slit, and stepping forward, wiped a glistening trail of. Andy was perfectly happy. It wasn’t that he was greedy. He didn’t push the old man for an allowance, but he didn’t offer to pay his own money for anything, either. It wasn’t as if Dad were starving. He no longer wore the same suit two days in a row.One Sunday after service, Mr. Schmidt came up to him.“Can we talk?”“Sure.”“Jim, I’ll drive Andy home.” This was going to be a serious talk, and Mr. Schmidt didn’t move the car when they were in it.“You don’t have a girl, do you?”“No?” Did he think he. I sat for a minute to let it soak in, the fact that I had just made out with a very beautiful, sexy women who was ten years older than I was and used to be my teacher. I guess that’s why she was hesitant and didn’t invite me in. She just needs time to warm up to the idea. Well, Saturday came around and I couldn’t wait to head over to Marcy’s house. When I got there she invited me in and the first thing out of her mouth was, “I never thanked you for the other night.” “It was my pleasure,” I. I understand though. We get a lot of cuckolds in here.”“Cuckold?” I said, looking a little perturbed, “I’m not a cuckold.”She grinned and handed me a full glass of champagne. “Yeah ok,” she responded. “If you say so.”“I’m not!” I fired back, growing slightly irritated. “We’ve never done anything like that.”She put her hand on my shoulder and leaned down to speak softly. Her blouse fell away from her chest giving me an unobstructed view of her small, perky breasts. “Well, if you’re not a cuckold.