. guys who had taken the class.“Jesus, that’s a pretty rifle ... where did you get it?”“Built it,” was the universal reply.“Really?”“Y...up ... Flintlock 101 first semester 1977.”“Your instructor?”“Karen Post.”“A girl?”“Yeah.”“She know anything?”“You should see what she built as a teaching aid.”“That good?”“Makes mine look like a stick.” He said, “She’s got her own shop ... big old log cabin east of town. Machine tools up the ass. Funny ... she built hers mostly with a hammer and files ... but the. I know that you love me too.”“I don’t know what you are talking about Rahul. I’m. I’m your teacher. I don’t love you.”Then I acted as if I was hurt and said “So that is all I am to you? Just another student? Really Anita?” I retracted my hands and loaded my face with hurt expressions hoping that she would take the bait. She did.She leaned towards me and said “No Rahul. you aren’t just a student to me.” Tears were falling from her eyes. HEH. The trick worked better than I thought.“You are right…. " He paused. "Your dad." No no no. This is a joke. I looked at him one more time. "No.Way." I was looking at him with amazement. "Yes, way. I came to pick you up." "Hey, you lost privilege the day you left my mom. I'm going no where with you." I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm. I looked back. "Your mom and I have already talked about this. She agreed to hand you over." Hand me over? "My mom would never allow that," I scoffed. "But honey, she did." He flashed me a smug smile. I wasn't. ” She then started humming slightly as she sucked my dick, the resulting increased vibrations made me explode into her mouth like a volcano. She kept her mouth there sucking and sucking until finally my dick started to wilt in her mouth. I could hear her swallowing everything she could and finally she looked up at me with a grin on her face, licking what residue had escaped past her lips and said “I really enjoyed that, now it’s your turn.”This was going to be a first for me. She lay back.