He worked from home, and he loved his books, so to the extent that I imagined him during the day, I always pictured him hunched over and tapping away ...at his keyboard or maybe buried in one of his books. It never occurred to me that he “went out.”Alan, to my mind, was the very definition of a homebody. He loved his space, and he rarely strayed from it. What parties or social events I could drag him to were a little tense and more than a little awkward. He would wander the edges, rarely speaking,. All of the small branches had been cut away and the surface smoothed off. Bill had obviously been meticulous in his planning. She leaned forward and folded her body. Bill knelt down again.“Spread your legs,” he said. “While I put the spreader on.”Annie shuffled her feet apart and then he snapped the ends of the spreader onto her ankle straps. Then he took a length of rope, threaded it through the loop on her right-hand wrist cuff and secured it to her ankle. He then did the same with the left.. When he was twelve his mum decided that he should sleep with her a few times a week so she could teach him about how to pleasure a woman. He was trained in the art of eating pussy, spending hours between his mum's flabby thighs licking her hairy cunt as she directed him to her sweet spots and instructed the lad in the subtleties associated with bringing a woman to a satisfying climax.Ernie became very good at getting his mother off, too good. Soon dear old mum was introducing him to some of her. I gripped the edge of my desk, holding on for dear life as my legs felt like wet noodles. The slap of flesh echoed throughout my classroom, punctuated by grunts and moans from Kev. His strokes grew more and more frenzied."Oh f ... darn, Miss Blythe!" Kev moaned. "Your pussy just feels more better with every thrust!" Just better, Kev!" I panted, unable to shut off my teaching instincts despite the pleasure flooding my brain. "Not 'more better'!" What?" he demanded. "Oh shi ... oot! Oh shoot!"His.