"Good morning," he said,"how are you feeling?"David felt distinctly uncomfortable with the cop's locking of the door,but took the seat opposite him. ...I guess I'm doing alright," he said.And the two men sat in silence for a moment starting at each other."Mr. Parmenter," Bradford began, "let me again express my condolencesabout your friend. But we need to talk now about your attack, and wherewe go from here." OK," he replied."Good. So let's begin with the attack that put you here..." And for. My body has only come out from the room, my mind was still stuck there. After some time her child completed the assignments and went out to play with her friends. She came to the study room and asked me to come and sit in the hall and watch tv till she prepares lunch.Again this time she acted normal. But I was completely embarrassed to see her face. I was scolding myself for not apologizing for that. I went to the hall and started watching tv, after some 5 mins I went the kitchen to ask sorry.. I slide my tongue in between her lips to be met with her own wondering tongue. Our tongues gentley exploring the others mouth with passion. I moan softly and run my hands up her slick back. Her hands find my hips and one inevetablly lowers down to my ass and gives my ass a nice firm squeeze. I moan again and rest my hands on her shoulders. Her nails lightly scratch across my ass and I groan into her mouth. I could feel myself becoming more aroused. My hands move up her neck to her cheeks and I. Simmonds asked what she was doing there. I said that she was my guest."She can't be a guest, she's a former student!" he said."Well, then she's a visitor." No such category!" Is she a teacher?" No!" Is she a parent?" No!" he was getting dark red in the face."Is she a student?" Not any more!" Well, then she's a guest. Unless she's a janitor." Don't be fresh with me!"So I got angry. "Don't be such a twit!"So we got marched to the principal's office.The principal's secretary phoned my home. There.