Crystal skipped out on lunch, jumped into her car, and went home early, ditching her last two classes of the day. There was no possible way she could focus on school work after what had just happened. Every step she took, the sensitive area between her legs reminded her of whose fingers had just been there. She had the smell of him in her hair, on her clothes. She had honestly just hooked up with one of the hottest, youngest, most MARRIED teachers at her school. It was just too unreal. She spent the entire night thinking about it, avoiding her parents, feeling like they would be able to tell if they looked at her. Crystal lay in her bed that night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep due to her immense anticipation of what tomorrow would bring her and her secret lover. Eventually she fell etimesgut escort asleep, clothes torn off and thrown on the floor; a single finger inserted up her hot, wet slit, pretending as if it were his. The school day went by as slow as molasses until it finally reached 5th period. Crystal once again asked her very oblivious teacher to write her a pass, and she trotted herself up—in a very sheer and sexy mini-dress—to Mr. Wilson’s 2nd floor classroom. Crystal flung the door open with a sexy confidence and struck a pose in the doorway to give him a perfect view of her. Mr. Wilson’s eyes lit up hungrily as he traced up from her daintily sandal clad feet, up her smooth, tan legs, around her curvaceous torso that was hugged so perfect by the denim mini eryaman escort dress, and up to her beautiful, sexy face. ‘Well, hello there Miss Berkman,” he slurred with a sexy smile. “Looks like someone dressed up for me today.” Crystal laughed and flashed her pearly white smile, “Well if I’m going to be your assistant, I better look good doing it.” “Oh I’m sure you will look very good doing it.” The way he emphasized the last two words sent shivers up and down Crystal’s spine. Crystal walked over to his desk, sat down, and began kissing her young male history teacher. He kissed her back hard, his strong, rough hands running over every curve her 16 year old body had to offer him. Just as Crystal began to open her legs in anticipation, Mr. Wilson detached sincan escort himself from her mouth. “Not here,” he said quickly. “Can’t risk getting walked in on again. Let’s leave and go to my place.” Crystal’s eyes widened, “Are you sure? What about your wife? And I have class—“ “Don’t you worry about either of those,” Mr. Wilson responded with a smile. “I’ve got it all taken care of.” Crystal smiled happily and kissed him on the cheek, letting him lead her towards his car in the parking lot. Upon arriving at Mr. Wilson’s house, Crystal realized he must have come from a very wealthy family. It was a spacious, one story loft set right on the intra coastal, with a beautiful deck looking out onto the water. And on that deck was a gorgeous, canopied bed used for lounging. But soon to be used for something else, Crystal thought naughtily to herself. The two secret lovers walked onto the deck, where Mr. Wilson swept Crystal off her feet, placing her gently on the canopied bed. He kissed her tenderly for a while before Crystal stopped him. “What are you doing?” she asked. Mr.