Everyday i sat in class, biting my lip as I stared at the huge bulge I could see in his trousers, I always made sure I got the seat up front, and quit...e a few times I noticed him having a nice wee look up my skirt, but today, I was going for it, I was going to beg him to take me. Mr Armstrong was his name, quite well named I must say, those bulging arms of muscle always attracted my attention.It was last period when we had maths, I made sure I was first to class, I walked in, swagger in my step,. “I am sorry you had to see that, aunty. I live alone so I forgot to be conscious around you”, I tried to look dejected.“Oh no no, I understand son. I just didn’t expect that so I was a little shocked”, she replied nervously.I smiled slyly, before gathering some courage,“So, did you like it?”, I looked at her directly.“Liked what?”, she sounded confused.“My size”“Danish! What are you saying?”, she was shocked, I could tell.“Arey aunty, just a casual question”, I was smiling.My friend’s mom. When I entered her I looked up and saw Traci in the doorway. She quickly ducked out of view. Traci was a cute, short, slightly chubby red head. She had a build a lot like a gymnast, except she had big tits. There was something about her I found very sexy, but I could not put my finger on it. I found the idea of being watched with Lana very exciting, especially because the viewer was a female. I kept an eye on the doorway but I didn't want to let her know that I knew she was there. I just. I didn’t want them burdened by Don’s death. Thinking of him instantly turned my mood somber, just as it had periodically since we’d left the ‘Farm’ as the CIA called it. I did my best to fight it off again.“I love that movie!” Heather giggled as she flopped back down onto Stacy’s lap. “Especially Wednesday! She rocks!”“Who was she played by again?” Stacy asked, intrigued.“I dunno,” Heather shrugged. “Mom? Who was the actress that played Wednesday? You know, right?”That started a lively.