" She paused, buttering her toast. "Once there was this guy -- a real jerk, obnoxious and mean, who was always teasing the girls -- saying dirty thing...s about them. Well, this guy said something about me once -- in front of a bunch of guys -- something dirty I think. Jim heard about it and walked right up to the guy -- who was bigger than him by the way -- and said, Don't ever talk about my sister, ' and without another word, smashed him right in the nose."Jean gasped, "Really, Mom? Uncle Jim?". A gasp escaped me, not in horror but the fact I was not sure how he might react if he discovered I was already wet from the way he held me. My fears were proven to be irrelevant as he slammed his lips against mine and slipped his tongue in, only to pin my tongue in a different kind of missionary position. I could taste remnants of the red wine he had, mixed with his saliva which tasted strangely sweet. I let out a moan when one finger disappeared up my vagina before being pulled out only to. It was easily twice the length of my husbands and thicker than my wrist. Hank held my head tight and shoved that monster into my mouth. He then began fucking my face. I wasn't giving him a blow job, he was literally fucking my face. I grabbed hold of his tight ass cheeks and immediately had another orgasm. This was better than any fantasy I could ever have had. Just then Hank lifted me up completely off my knees and laid me down on the hood of a junk car parked in the alley. He pushed my bra. "I look forward to Monday morning, and more to come."After hanging up, I realized I felt very relaxed, and yet unusually invigorated. His words kept popping into my mind, along with his very soothing voice. I then thought about how the conversation ended. "And more to come." Was my mind playing tricks? Was I reading into these words? After all, he did offer to continue working with my students. That must be what he meant. But, what if???? I started to fantasize. No, I couldn't go there. I.