She was expecting to see the camera again but realized that she was doing this because she didn't want him to have a copy of what she had done yesterday but now felt dirty and oddly personal that she was performing just for him.I asked, as Henry was busy unloading his warm jizz inside me.Sally quickly switched back to her regular adult voice and said, Well, first of all, Henry's not gay.If it’s not directly in granny front of them, they won’t even give it a chance.Yet even hunched over he was mature far bigger than any normal wife man in every way.Or what, he’ll break his word?Her amber eyes drew on me, and I felt her intoxicating magic working in my mind.All the while she kept reality repeating, …fuck me…fuck me…fuck me… with her legs spread wide open and her heels dug into my hips like she was riding a horse from below.After he went in the kitchen and started preparing her breakfast but instead of putting it old in a normal plate he put it in a dog bowl.Juliana was only one grade behind him and it would make sense that if something happened their dad would pick them both up.After dinner and a show we drove to her place. Susie walked up to me before she left wishing me luck reality then quickly escaped the room afraid she would be kept after also. Swallowing hard I stayed in my section watching wife the rest of the class as they made their way through the door. Every now and then I'd see one or two mouthing granny sorry as they left. I smiled inside it was great that they were worried about me. Then again how shocked would they be if they knew that I wanted this?Again swallowing hard I made my way down toward the front of the room. Stopping in the front of Ms. Sanderson's desk I awaited the tirade that I thought was about to start.Finished erasing the board, she turned mature seeing me standing there, nervously dancing from foot to foot. Sitting down, she indicated the seat beside the desk for me to sit in. Ms. Rebecca, she started then stopped when she saw me wrinkle my nose at my actual first name. Hmmm I see is there something else you prefer to be called? A wide though nervous smile lit up my face almost seeming to cause her to relax as I stated, Yes Ma’am, Ms. Sanderson, I much prefer Bex to anything else. With that I saw that she really relaxed as she uncrossed her legs. This gave me a brief glimpse of her purple panties which seemed to be stretched tight across her sex. Then I sighed disappointedly, almost audibly, as she re-crossed them.Oh my god! I thought as I ripped my eyes away from her briefly old semi-exposed crotch.