No, I didn't scream. I wasn't scared. I was stunned though, and after a moment of gathering my emotions, I realized I was overcome by feelings I had n...ever experienced with such intensity before. So I changed slowly, letting you get your fill. You can thank me now.The afternoon passed innocently. So did the week, the summer, and the following years. But god David, it took me a long time to forget that day. I replayed the scene every night in the safe haven of my nocturnal fantasies, but I felt. She was drunk but horny as hell and focused on the movie in front of her so I went behind her and lifted her shirt off, undid her bra, and lifted her hips up. I reached under her and pulled her hand away from her pussy and buried my cock inside instead. This was the first time she really noticed me. She finally turned away from the TV and looked back at me with her jaw dropped and the air out of her lungs. She wanted to scream but didn’t have anything left in her lungs. I fucked her hard, I. Until one evening, six days after your ordeal in class, you receive the phone call you’ve been dreading and, at the same time, hoping for. “Hi Fran, how are you? This is Michael. Remember me?” “Yes, Michael, what do you want?” “But my dear Fran, is that any way to talk to your students? Especially when they have such nice video footage of you? Now, try that again, you bitch.” You moisten your dry throat and whisper into the phone: “Hello, Michael, how are you? What can I do for you?” . I came over and told you that it wasn’t what it looked like, and you asked me to leave with you and tell you what it was, then he came over.”“Yes, I remember now, he called you ‘liebling’. But you didn’t come with me, you went back to the table with him.”“Then when I came home, you told me you still loved me, and I thought it was all going to be all right.”“You were sleeping with him weren’t you?”“Yes,” she replied, “I couldn’t deny it if I wanted to, you saw my STI test, and the positive for.