“How are you today?” He asked, turning to face me. Every time I saw Mr. Shapiro, I couldn’t help but be bowled over by how handsome he was. Blac...k hair cut in a sensible, history teacher style, hazel eyes with just the right amount of brown flecks in them, a strong, almost Greco-Roman nose, and pale pink, perfectly kissable lips. And then…there was his body. He was all muscled up the way no history teacher should be, from his thighs, which happened to be covered by black slacks, to his abs,. Again, as I said before, girlfriends like to make plans, and fill up the calendar with non-negotiable dates to do this and that. I figured I had plenty of time to settle down with the little woman if I happened to meet her one day. Of course that's what I'd been thinking for the last ten or so years, and I hadn't met her thus far, but I wasn't worried. My biological clock didn't tick as loudly as that of a woman my age, I guess.This is not to say I didn't enjoy hot, sweaty sex with a woman I. Then I sat down on the chiar right in front of her open legs as I told her; “Breakfast for me is always wet hot and nude, Take off the shirt”.I sat and looked right at her wet cunt. I watched as she removed the shirt and when she dropped it on the table behind her she was completely nude. I moved my chair closer and could smell her sent. The odor of her pussy was filling my lungs and I was lusting to taste her now.I used my hands and pushed her knees open wider and buried my face into her. ..Remember having sex with Chrissie... Sam likes girls..."The pole dancers were replaced with images of Chrissie. Sam's pussy wasdripping. Chrissie started kissing Sam... fondling her. Then it wasn'tChrissie. It was another beautiful girl licking Sam's pussy. And thenanother girl, and another girl. Dozens of hot, beautiful girls havingtheir lesbian way with Sam in every way imaginable. Chrissie's voice again, "Sam is a lesbian... Sam likes girls... Samlikes only girls... Sam doesn't.