So, it’s been about a week and I haven’t been to school since that last encounter with my music teacher. She winked at me as I sat on the nearby bench and he took my seat at the piano. Anal sex Did that make things awkward between us because if it did I could never forgive myself.”
“No no no, it’s not awkward. I gripped the couch arm as though I was holding onto my life and screamed and moaned with every hard thrust. And you telling me that I turn you on really surprises me. Then he slid his hands through my wet lips and started rubbing small circles on my clit. Nothing happened.”
“Sure sure. Is it because of me? I want you so badly. They pick on anything to make fun of me and him but we are just friends. What can I tell him? When I walked into class I was a little disappointed to see he wasn’t there and taking my seat I couldn’t help but glance over to the piano and blush, remembering that amazing afternoon.
