I got off the sofa and followed her to my bedroom. We walked across the floor to the bed where she began taking off her clothing. I followed suit and ...e were soon pressed against each other under the sheets. She pushed me over on my back and quickly straddled me. She lifted up and pushed my cock to her wet entrance and slowly lowered herself down on me. “Fuck, that feels so good.”, she exclaimed, arching her back. She slowly began to move back on forth on me looking down directly into my eyes.. She would rarely play it for anyone, it was a private lover in her life. He had heard her only a few times. An intimate concert one time a year ago, before they had exchanged hard words and not spoken for 3 months. He listened to her. Imagining her sitting there in one of her silk pajama suits she wore around the house. He was afraid to go in there, afraid she would stop and he wanted to just enjoy feeling her near for a little while. She was his anchor. He had fucked up this time and he knew. Walker must have been wearing stockings as there was a sheen to her long legs. The white top she had on hugged her breasts. I didn’t know how big they were but they were certainly large.With the thought of sex again on my mind, I found myself forced to wonder if these fantasies could also be realized. Could I really fuck my teacher?Not at school naturally. How inventive would I have to be to get her somewhere else? Maybe at her place? Did she have a boyfriend though? Would we be interrupted at. He felt his mind drifting off at times forgetting where and who he was. He wasn’t sure who he was now, there were images in his mind that felt like those of a stranger. He could not understand where they came from as he was sure in this moment that they could not have come from his own life. None of those things could exist in a world where pain and agony were the only constants. Sometimes he felt as though he could hear someone calling his name, calling out in warning and despair. He could not.