There was what I should have said, which was that this couldn’t happen again, and there was what I said, right from the heart, which was, ‘I want ...o make love to you again, Erica. I want to keep making love to you. I want you to be my lover, to belong to me and no one else. But what do you want? Tell me.’ ‘Oh, Daddy,’ she sighed, ‘I want that too. You’re all I want. Forever.’ She sealed her words with a tender kiss full of all the love and promise she could muster, and I knew that come what. He readily found it and popped the snap. The zipper gave him trouble. As Feebie leaned in and reached back to assist, her breasts pressed into Wynn’s chest. She yanked the zipper down and it loosened the dress waist band enough to slide on down her legs and pool at her ankles. Again, as expected, the dress design disallowed undergarments. But unexpectedly, Feebie wore no stockings, her legs were that smooth and toned. Wynn knelt to gather the stylish dress from the floor. Standing, he held it. The Devil made me do it sort of guy. Where was I in my life? I literally thought about both type of lives.I lived a fairly decent life. I strayed a couple of times and felt bad about it. I was a decent family man, and I do go to church. My students all said I was a good teacher. To most people, I'm a good person, but I know my sexual thoughts were not. Does that make me a hypocrite?Let me explain some of the dark side. I was a school teacher for around thirty-five years, teaching these high. The light dress stopped mid-thigh and was slightly see-through. It clung to her body in places and Ryan could see the outline of a bra and panties against the light behind her. Her hair was still slightly damp, and she wore no make-up except a light touch-up of lip-gloss. She had a nervous look on her beautiful face, which changed to slight apprehension when Ryan asked her to close the door - both of them. And lock the outside one.She did as he asked, but only after taking a peek outside;.