I know their sort, a few drinks, then try to get you out the back for a quick shag up against the beer crates, pathetic." The scene she'd just describ...ed sounded fine to me, but hopefully it would have been a long shag rather than a quick one.She drained her vodka and slurred, "We don't need them do we honey, we're OK as we are. I'll get the next lot." She started to get up but sat back down again as she lost her balance, giggling. I scolded her across the table, "Lena you're pissed, you're not. "Your best friend except for me, of course," he said."Of course, dear." Mom patted him on the shoulder."One of mine, too," I said, "I remember how much I loved to have her come over and baby-sit when I was a little boy."On that note, the party came to a close. It was the strangest birthday party I'd ever had. It was also strange to hear myself using the words "when I was a little boy." Had I really started out in life as a little boy? It seemed unlikely, like a dream.###One day in late. My horny, stiff dick agreed and tented my slacks. Hey, it’s Halloween, I decided I could let it stick out and blatantly compliment her.As we converged, I shifted some of my attention to her beautiful face. She looked familiar. We both stopped and stared open-mouthed as we said our names in chorus. This was my eighth-grade teacher. She was always pretty to me, but when, how did she get so hot? Admittedly, she had never worn a tennis skirt to class, but WOW!“Mrs. G? Is that really you? I-I-I. I palmed my right breast with my left hand, while my right continued to work on my hottest place. I sat partly up, opened my eyes and stared at my flushed face in the glass. Not wanting to climax yet, I slid my fingers off my mound and into my wet vagina. My pussy quivered and stretched, sending out waves of arousal. This was sex, yet with an edge of teasing, not satisfaction.Squirming into an upright position, I peered into the mirror. I wanted to be a witness to my climax. My legs were.