ask for it by name . I’m bisexual, Mr. Newman.” I giggled, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “I suppose you can call me Zach, Samantha... I mean, you are in my bed.” My stomach did what I could only describe as a back flip. Was this getting somewhere? I planned my next movements very carefully, and as I slipped my hand up between my English teacher’s thighs, I whispered, “I would... But Mr. Newman sounds so much hotter.” And just like that, he was on me. His tongue in my mouth, hands all over my breasts. I. .." Great. See you soon." The two of them rushed off before he could say anything more. The porn channel came back on, but he told the AI to kill it. Not the sort of thing to have on when his daughter and her BFF arrived. He thought about the girls. They had been bright and smiling. Too bright and too smiling – maybe putting on a bit of a show for him. They were probably missing their mothers just as he was missing his wife. Erica might be missing her father as well, though he knew she didn't.Read More
