His name was Henry and he used to be an instructor threesome at the university, and Teresa had been one of his students. Milo put all of the pieces together. Teresa had had an affair with him and had become pregnant and later married him. That ring on her finger was from a teacher who had fucked his student. Or students. Milo had a couple of friends who attended the college where Henry was now professor. He called them and asked about Good Old Henry. ‘Oh yes,’, they both agreed, ‘Rumors are Henry has had improper relationships with his students. And not always with girls, either’. Milo wrote the paper and had to edit the hell out of it. He had way too much information. He put it together in chronological order as best he could and dropped as many names as he could to blow Teresa’s mind. The first half of the paper was innocent japanese and wholesome but he slowly built it up to the good stuff: boyfriends, wet t-shirts and her affair with her teacher and their marriage. He suddenly felt encouraged and closer to Teresa than he’d felt before. They had something special in common. Years before she had felt an attraction to her teacher and had acted upon it, the same kind of feelings he now had for her. She had to relate, right? And does she know that at his college thirty miles away, her husband is still at it? Milo stopped thinking of Teresa as being just his asian foxy teacher. Now she was his Inamorata-to-be. Milo was proud of his biographical essay. He worked hours on it, honing it, double-checking all the facts. He wrapped a slick folder around it. When he handed it in to Teresa he told her how hard he had worked on it and he thought she would like it. ‘I look forward to reading it’, she’d said. Milo wished he could be a fly on the wall when she did. The thought made him semi-hard. The following night Teresa sat down to read and grade the papers. She decided to read Milo’s first and was shocked as soon as she opened the cover and saw the title: ‘The Good Life of Teresa, English Teacher’. Her jaw hung open in awe as she read on. She must have said ‘Oh My God’ to herself twenty times as she read. It was right on the money, accurate as hell, she thought. But how did he do it? Old friends, lovers, good and bad. Quotes from her high school yearbook. Her senior prom. Things she’d had published. The tattoo on her ass. And things she’d tried to forget, among them her wet t-shirt adventure, her affair with Henry and her out-of-wedlock pregnancy. She was softly crying as she finished reading it, angry and miffed and flattered and impressed all at the same time. She felt violated somehow, like Milo had driven a microscope into her soul. We can make plans for another time for the other. Freddy reached down, and he pulled his pants and underwear back up. I had to stop thinking about my fantasy or I was going to go crazy, I was already creaming my pants so bad that it was crazy. I could feel the hot wet cock jabbing wildly, seeking my pussy and I whimpered out loud in frustration, so wanting to be taken. She was enraptured with her best friend’s tale about her racy game. I could hear him taking his pants off and I knew he was going to have sex with me and it wasn't going to be gentle at all. my wife was getting ready and Laura played in her room. Chapter Twenty-Six: Harem's Healing Love “Pizza.” Carson replied confidently, pointing at the pizza parlor about a block or two away from the school. “Mitch!” my wife shouted. But as I gently rolled his foreskin back and forth to get him hard, he achieved orgasm and shot streams of cum right onto my chest. He could see her pussy there too just under the pink fabric of her underwear. I had the best Mom asian in the whole wide world. I live in Africa and there just are no she-males or trannies here, but I wanted to taste a pussy on a stick! She wasn’t going anywhere and with the gag she’d be lucky if anyone could hear her, even if they wanted to help her threesome – and she had japanese no confidence of that. The overseeing of that I will leave to my men. That you loved another woman the way I always wanted!” On board Ace, Lucie was just starting to wake up.