Calling me I wondered? “Hello Mrs. L.” “Timmy or should I call you Tammy,” Mrs. L. said. My brain was screaming, “What the fuck is happening...?” “Your silence is speaking volumes Timmy. Don’t be frightened, I know all about you. My husband shares all the videos with me. Oh, I guess you hadn’t realized his office has cameras to record all his adventures. I watch them every time as he pleasures me. Timmy I am not calling to embarrass you but I am calling to ask a favor.” “Sure anything you want. To be frank, that’s because Captain Brazil has ordered a crash-breeding program to reconstitute our male population. All our surviving males—ages 14 and up—are being asked to copulate with random, anonymous partners.”At this point, Mrs. Blaylock crossed her legs and I felt dizzy— both from catching a glimpse of her panties beneath her skirt, and from trying to understand what she was saying.“We haven’t involved the younger girls yet,” she continued, “but that’ll be changing soon. What I need to. She carefully and silently removes her seatbelt. “For example,” she declares as she stops moving towards his hand. In a single fluid motion, she pulls his cock out his pants. A startled gasp escapes his lips as he tries to focus on the road. Without missing a beat, she ducks under his arm and wraps her warm, velvety lips around the tip of his cock. The sensation causes him to serve and nearly crash, but he regains control. He manages to keep his eyes fixed on the road as she bobs up. I asked her about the half shirt,she said it's for girls starting to grow their boonies. Oh ok I said, it feels nice. She giggled and asked if I put it on, I said yes. Her mother called out saying that my mom called to say come home. I told Ann I didn't have time to change and pulled my pants up and left. The next day at school Ann asked if I had them on,I said no. I didn't want anyone to know. She said I looked pretty in them and I should wear them. I said I wish I could because they felt.