”“I shuffled side to side moving closer to him. My breasts flattened to his chest and I embraced my lover. “I can feel the head of your cock tou...ching me. I’ve never felt a cock so deep inside me before,” I sighed.”“We began to kiss, our hands smoothing up and down the others back. Dan cupped my ass in his hands helping me to fuck his cock. Our gaze locked on the other, no words spoken, none were needed at that moment. I held him tight as he lifted my ass up and down on his cock. I never felt so. I learned that Michael was often seen in the company of some of the regions much eligible woman, his picture showing up in the newspapers society pages at least twice a month. But they were more social events then dating, not having found or not even sure if he was looking for a possible new mate.A small band began playing later in the evening, a jazz group with some of the other couples moving out onto the dance floor as the night progressed. Another bottle of wine with desert, I was becoming. In a way you felt sorry for her. Even to the point of trying to pay attention yourself. The class, a mixture of senior boys and girls, would much rather joke around and play on their phones.You notice your teacher wiping her brow, then quietly pleading to the class to try and focus for the remaining half of the hour. Her blue eyes meet yours, seeming hopeful to have at least one student listening to her.Stacy Bickler was one of the younger teachers at Westside High. Her face, and body for that. "Go get ready. Let me have a talk with my son. I promise, I'll spend the whole night pleasuring you."Still shooting daggers at Duke, she hugged his father. "You better. And remember what we talked about." I do."She moved off. Duke hugged his father's shoulders, dragged him outside on the balcony. They walked to the railing before Duke let go. He kept a hand on Richard's shoulder, to keep him in place, staring out at the sea."What is it, son?" Let's keep our voices down, okay?" Duke could barely.