Rather than just before six a.m. when my cab would bring me home from the airport. If I told her this, that I’d see her tomorrow, I wasn’t lying, ...which I never wanted to do with Jill. I was just being ‘economical with the truth’ and allowing her to draw her own conclusions about when on Thursday she’d see me.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jill and I couldn’t talk for long as I had to book my flight, pack, checkout and then dash for the airport. Each of these seemed to take. I thought she might be teaching in some other class. As I was passing through the corridor, I heard some strange noises and tried to peep through the glass window. Although it too was closed, I got a partial view through the window glass. And what I saw, just shocked the hell out of me.My mom – the innocent lady who never even used words like ‘sex’, ‘porn’ etc in front of us at home was lying nude on the teachers’ desk and was getting fucked hard. Her sexy hot round 34 boobs were jumping up and. They didn't yell, but I heard Steph crying every few minutes. I just held Charlotte until she stopped shaking. Then I got up and decided to clean the throw-up as well as I could. I mopped it up with a sponge, a bucket of water, and some cleaner I found under the kitchen sink. It wasn't a perfect job, but it didn't smell anymore.Then I knelt beside Charlotte again and kissed her once more."Are you okay?" I asked."No," she replied, barely whispering. "I've broken daddy's heart." Who could have. I wanted her.She (I subsequently found out that she was named Rebecca - Bex) had short dark hair, a mischevious face, about 5'5'' in height, lovely slim body.The driver walked down to us and said he had to go and phone for some help - would we be OK sitting in the bus, as we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked over to this beautiful stranger, smiled and said "Sure".As the driver closed the door, and began walking away from the bus, I looked over at her. She was smiling, and her eyes were.