My Son’s Teacher: Part 2
My continuing affair with my son’s teacher
After spending most of Saturday and Sunday with Michelle, I was going home exhausted. We had fucked and made love in every part of her home: her bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen. I marveled at the sexual stamina we both had, and I marveled at how we drew close together. This was in spite of the fact she was a tall, middle-aged, gorgeous white woman and I was a Chicano male three inches shorter than she was and t...