It wasn’t your fault and it certainly wasn’t true.’ ‘No,’ I muttered. ‘It wasn’t.’ The line went dead. I closed the refrigerator door... and stared at the handset. I looked at the caller ID. It wasn’t her home number, perhaps a cell phone. I considered calling her back. Instead, I went to the bathroom and started the shower. I shaved, which made me feel better and then got under the spray. The telephone rang and I jumped out of the tub, raced into the bedroom and grabbed up the handset off the. ‘Yes, she is pretty special to take to the movies, my mother-in-law’, I said to myself. Creeping back along the row to sit beside Mae, she whispered “You didn’t do anything in there did you?” as she felt for my cock yet again. “No Mae, just needed to get rid of some beer” I smiled and kissed her. “Good” she said firmly, “It’s mine.” Well, that was pretty definite, as she cuddled me again, arm across and lips pressed against my neck, as I put my left arm back under her neck and around to her. I should have left the class right then, but I was not in a rational mode. The only thing I could think of was Mr. Edwards’ cock; I had to see it, I had to touch it. So I waited, sitting at my desk, moving my books around, trying to look like I was getting ready to leave. As the last of the students left the room, Mr. Edwards stood still, staring at me as if he expected me to get up and run out. Finally, he sheepishly inched out from behind his podium. I could see the tent that. I looked to see him sitting on the floor, the same amused smile upon his face. I recovered quickly, acting as if I had just gotten to the door. ‘Yea. Is this a bad time?’ ‘I’ve got time in my busy schedule to get to know a pretty girl,’ he said, hopping to his feet and gesturing for me to come in. He was wiping the sweat from his body as he moved to the kitchen. ‘Want anything to drink?’ ‘No, thank you.’ I gazed around the living room. It was a replica of mine across the way, however much of.