SIX
TAMMY COULDN’T HIDE her concern any longer.
Randall wasn’t above hurting people he claimed to love. Tammy had fallen victim to his desire to inflict pain on others.
Tammy started to make dinner as she listened to her son. She chopped onions, taking out her anger on the tiny white orbs, grinding them into her cutting board. The onions didn’t make her cry and she didn’t flinch as she slammed her knife into the board.
Jabari had agreed to meet up with his father if and only if his father stopped drinking. Tammy had agreed to that. Randall loved his booze and he was a mean drunk.
Jabari was still naive enough to think he could stop his father from drinking. That day he awakened to the harsh reality that nothing could pry Randall from his booze, not even his son.
Randall had lied to Jabari and messaged him for weeks and weeks with false updates about how well quitting booze had gone for him. He pretended to attend AA meetings and everything.
Two hours into hanging out with Jabari, he started to take swigs out of a bottle of spiced rum and he hadn’t stopped until nearly every drop was gone. Once drunk, Randall had regressed to his usual self.
He dropped the pretense that he was a good man. Or a good father.
Tammy chopped more vigorously, causing Jabari to come out with his story more tentatively.
Jabari tried to keep a low profile in an attempt to escape Randall’s wrath.
Randall had gone rogue, ranting about Tammy and speaking poorly of her parenting skills.
“I was shocked ma. I never heard you say anything like that about him.”
“What else did he say,” Tammy replied, her flat monotone disguising the bubbling rage.
She tossed her onions into the pot then peeled her carrots with swift anger before setting them on the chopping board to become victim to her knife.
“I can’t repeat it.”
“Yes you can,” Tammy replied calmly, “Tell mama what happened.”
“I can’t say it.”
“What can’t you say?”
Jabari looked away from his mother and shook his head.
“Jabari tell me,” she snapped, slamming the knife into the cutting board.
Randall’s ranting escalated. He’d told Jabari that he needed to “man up” and get a “girlfriend to f**k”. Tammy’s nose twitched when she heard the inappropriate words Randall had spoken to her son.
Randall made inappropriate comments to Jabari surrounding sex which he must have considered “tips”. As Tammy heard Jabari explain what happened, she felt herself becoming angrier and angrier. She slammed her knife into the carrots as Jabari stared at her hands, moving swiftly with the knife.
Jabari would hate to be the one to cross his mama when she was angry and holding a knife.
Tammy wished that there were some way Randall could be out of her life forever…
Jabari and Tammy spent time together as the pot boiled. Tammy didn’t want to leave her son’s side. Tammy was reading her latest romance novel, The Black Pearl of Saint Domingue. She shivered and pulled her blanket around her tightly when she got to a steamy scene with Alan Ransom.
Jabari tinkered with some tools and bits of his old laptop he’d dissected. Later that evening, they ate dinner together. Tammy didn’t know what to say to her son. Would another apology really mean anything if she allowed this to keep happening?
The complications with Jabari and his father made seeing Victor even more difficult. How would Victor fit into this world? He was hot, older, Spanish, and the man Tammy been dreaming of since she could dream of men. Victor was a silver fox in every sense of the word, his hair just starting to grey she noticed upon closer inspection.
She owed him an explanation, but even then, she owed it to him to leave him alone. Her life was too complicated with her ex.
“Tammy… Is everything alright?” He asked when he picked up the phone.
That made speaking to him harder — the fact that he cared.
Tammy sighed, noting his genuine concern and wishing she could tell him the truth.
Tammy replied, “Sorry about how I left. When Randall gets crazy he doesn’t care who gets hurt.”
“Is Jabari okay?”
His gaze pierced hers with intense concern. He was almost fatherly the way he watched her, ogling her like a protector, as if he would leap into the line of fire to keep her safe.
Tammy couldn’t help but worry she was getting in over her head with him. He couldn’t know how she felt — ever. He was her former teacher after all.
She averted her gaze, fearful that her expression would betray her growing feelings for him.
He was so ambiguous that she could hardly tell if he were just being polite or if he too felt these forbidden desires that had swelled in her chest from the moment she first laid eyes on him.
“Would you like to come over to my place and finish up that coffee date? You seem like you could use someone to talk to and I hate to have conversations like this over the phone,” he asked.
Victor couldn’t stop himself.
What are you doing, Victor. He asked himself, wondering if he was losing his mind asking his former student out on a date.
He had feelings for her, yes, but he’d been trying to ignore those feelings. He remembered her when she was so young after all. It wouldn’t be right for him to see her any other way.
A long time has passed. He thought to himself.
Then he realized, he was still awaiting his response and she could just as easily reject him as take him up on her offer.
Slick move. Tammy thought to herself.
Tammy was sure he was genuine about providing a listening ear, but she began to suspect Victor had other intentions. Her heart raced at the thought. Could he really share the forbidden feelings she too was desperately trying to suppress?
No one has to find out. Tammy thought to herself.
She silenced the thought when she realized how presumptuous she sounded. There was no guarantee that anything would happen between her and Victor.
“Yes, 8:30.”
Tammy hung up. She couldn’t bear to stay on the phone with him a moment longer and have him say something that would snap her out of his reverie.
A date. A real date with Victor Del Toro.
She squirmed in her seat the way she had when she’d had her first crush on the man who stood before her, teaching her how to speak his foreign tongue.
Tammy kept Jabari distracted with a school project. She didn’t have to work hard at taking his mind off her.
Tammy felt a few pangs of guilt hiding her night time meeting from her son, but she couldn’t help it. She had no intention of explaining what was going on. Not yet. Not when nothing had really happened between them.
Tammy dressed as if she were just headed to the store, and went downstairs to find that Jabari was still distracted by his project. He barely looked up as his mother approached him.
“Baby, I’m headed out for a bit to visit a friend. I’ll call Mrs. Jackson to let her know you’re home alone and if you need anything just pop right over there,” Tammy announced.
“Uh huh,” Jabari mumbled, barely looking up.
Mrs. Jackson, the town gossip, lived next door. Tammy hated having her up in her business. The last time that had happened, she’d gone through Tammy’s medicine cabinet and had the shamelessness to bring it up. Unfortunately, Laura Jackson was the only person willing to babysit at the last minute.
Tammy called her and pleaded for her to cast an eye out for Jabari. She grilled Tammy about where she was headed but in the end acquiesced to her request.
Tammy remembered exactly well señor Del Toro lived.
On the last day of her Spanish Literature class, she remembered traipsing to the old New England cottage for hot chocolate and donuts at Señor Del Toro’s house. His house was half way between Tammy’s and the prep school.
Tammy couldn’t believe she still remembered exactly how to get there. It was like the directions were an immovable, programmed part of her memory. It had been so long since she’d last visited. Back then, she’d been shy, with buck teeth and messy hair that she could never get to lay flat.
When Tammy parked her car, she considered not getting out. She still had time to run away and change her mind about this, about him.
Victor was always stoic and silent, never betraying his true feelings. What if she’d made a mistake coming here?
Tammy left her car and watched Victor from the driveway.
He stood in his doorway, streaks of silver running through his otherwise black hair. His eyes pierced her skin as she walked up the driveway to meet him. For an instant, Tammy detected something hidden behind his gaze: an intense lust that appeared buried just beneath the surface.
If she was nervous, he was nervous too.
Victor folded his arms, tapping his fingers against his biceps as he watched Tammy walk up his driveway. She was young, too young for him, but the thought of her undressing for him gave him an instant hard-on. He clenched his jaw, talking himself into behaving.
He couldn't initiate anything with her. Given her circumstances, that would be tantamount to forcing her. No, if she wanted him, he needed her to be the one to want it. He couldn't set this in motion. He was far too moral, far to proper to push himself over the edge like that.
"Good evening," he whispered, kissing her on the cheeks as if they were in Spain and not in America.
As Tammy drew close to him, his cologne wafted into her nostrils. The smell of tennis balls lay dormant in his clothes. Back then, he'd spent hours on the courts and it had been a past time of hers and her girl friends to dare each other to ask him to play.
Back then Victor had coached boys tennis, much to the girls' envy.
"It's like I remember it."
"Not much has changed," Victor admitted.
"We have," Tammy replied, "I'm not a teenager anymore."
"Right. Which means it's alright for me to offer you some wine."
"What do you have?"
"Something special."
Tammy's gaze caught his as he said the word special. Why did this occasion require a special bottle?
"Something special?"
"Yes," he replied, clearing his throat and averting his gaze.
He gestured to his couch and left to get the special bottle. Tammy settled in, the smell of his cologne everywhere, a bergamot and jasmine scent with rich citrus notes that reminded her of the rolling hills of Southern Europe. She could hear him uncorking the wine bottle in the kitchen.
But she couldn't hear him muttering to himself.
"Easy Victor... Control yourself. She's too young for you."
He poured himself a large glass and a respectable one for Tammy and then brought it out to her.
He .sat across from her, worried he couldn't handle getting any closer. Her in the same room as him tempted him enough. Her flesh even more supple than he remembered it looking in his classroom. Her skin possessed a deep brown color, richer than the earth with a copper undertone.
He shifted in his seat again, hoping more of his wine would relax his burgeoning urges. Wine had the pleasant effect of inducing laziness when indulged in.
"Your ex," Victor asked, "Is he troubling you?"
He didn't care much to speak of Tammy's exes, but he could tell she was bothered by her son's father. Little boys didn't know how to appreciate a woman the way he did. Perhaps if she knew he could take care of her, she would be uninterested in discussing this ex altogether.
"I'll need a lot more of this before I talk about Randall," Tammy admitted.
"Drink up then."
She tilted the glass and the wine poured past her lips, her throat pulsing as she swallowed. Victor couldn't help but imagine her pretty little lips wrapped around something else.
"Randall's a bastard. He's messing with Jay and I have no idea what to say to either of them. I can't tell a boy that his father's a bastard."
"So he doesn't know it already?"
"No," Tammy said, "Of course not. Every son looks up to his father. He can't help it."
"Right, but Randall can't have been a real father to him.
"He hasn't been," Tammy admitted.
"Then Jabari will know."
He reached across for Tammy's hand, aware he was taking another risk with her.
"He's a drinker," she continued, "And a manipulator."
"And you're still with him?"
Tammy glared.
"No. What makes you say that?"
"Curiosity."
"Well, no."
She pulled her hand away from him. Victor leaned back, wondering if he'd made a mistake.
"I haven't been with anyone in a long time."
He wanted to ask her how long. He wanted to ask her if she ached to be filled by another man. He longed to have her flesh, to press her against the wall and ask her how she liked it. Instead, he shifted in his seat and nodded empathetically.
"Have you considered pursuing custody?" Victor asked, again tempted to swoop in and fix the great drama in Tammy's life.
Tammy nodded.
“If I tried to take Randall to court, I would lose. This arrangement at least allows Jabari to decide for himself if he wants a relationship with his father. But Randall has caused my son nothing but pain… I hate that, I really do,” Tammy replied.
Victor could hardly contain himself. There was something about Tammy that was so pure and innocent despite what had happened to her. Her beauty beckoned to him, begged him to put an end to this chatter and act on the animal urges that were surging in his chest. She breathed slowly, staring at him as her breasts heaved up and down. He craved his tongue against those large, dark nipples. He wondered if she'd squeal when they were sucked.
"You want the best for your son, who can blame you."
"More wine?" Victor asked, topping off his glass before offering.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Tammy giggled.
Her innocent lilting laugh caused his cock to harden in his pants. He prayed she couldn't see it.
"No," Victor replied, his accent growing heavy and thick, "I am trying to get myself drunk."
"Why is that?"
"Nervous."
Tammy giggled, "About me?"
"Yes."
"About me being here?"
"Yes."
"Why does that make you nervous?"
Their eyes locked and Tammy saw the lust in Victor's eyes, fully exposed for the first time. Oh God. He'd orchestrated this all right. He had to have. He knew she'd come here vulnerable. Her cheeks flushed but she was neither embarrassed or offended.
From the time she'd seen his tanned skin up close, those gentle wrinkles around his eyes and his caring smile, she'd been tempted to pounce. She could sense he wanted her but they still had yet to tip their desires over the edge.
"Because..." he whispered, "I think you can sense that I want you."
Tammy swallowed, buying herself time.
"I... I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Mmm," he growled, his voice becoming low and dominant, almost scary, "So you're saying you've thought of it too."
"I never said that," Tammy retorted.
She didn't know why she was fighting this. Hell, she'd wanted it to. But something was stopping her from pursuing Victor full speed ahead. She needed to take pause to just think things though a bit.
That was smart, wasn't it?
"You didn't have to say it," Victor replied, "I can see the desire in your eyes."
Tammy stood up.
"I think I should go Victor."
He crossed the room and gripped her hand, squeezing tightly.
"No," he replied, "I don't think you should."
"You can't tell me what to do you know," she said, attempting to yank her hand away from him but failing.
"Can't I?"
"No, you can't."
"So you mean you've never fantasized about me then?"
"N-no," Tammy lied.
He chuckled, "You're a horrible liar. I can see it on your face. You've thought about me while you've fingered yourself."
He mocked her voice, "Si, Si, Fuck me señor."
He continued, "I can imagine you mewling it while you stick your fingers deep inside your precious tightness."
"You're wrong about me," Tammy said.
"I don't think I am," he whispered, finally leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers.
He did more than kiss her. He took her lips into his own as if they belonged to him, planting his tongue roughly between them before nibbling down on her lower lips, clamping them between his own.
Tammy reached her hand to the back of Victor’s neck and ran her hands through his soft brown hair as she kissed him.
“Mmm,” he growled as he revved up the action and began to french kiss Tammy more passionately.
As he kissed her, he gripped her hips and forced Tammy against the wall of his living room.
Now that his lips had touched hers there was no turning back. He wanted more of her and he knew she'd give it to him. How could she resist? He was hot, with all the romantic skills in the bedroom that Spanish men were known for. Not to mention, he was hung. Very hung.
He pushed her up against the wall, his cock straining through his pants and pressing against her thigh.
"I want you to suck it for me," he whispered into her ear, running his tongue down her neck.
She shuddered as he licked her flesh, owning every inch of her that he could.
"Okay," she said.
"Good," he murmured, "I want you to swallow every last drop of my cum."
Tammy wanted to please him. The more he forced her against the wall and the more dominant he grew, the greater her desire to kneel before him. His commanding demeanor in the classroom more than carried over. Her deepest fantasy was about to come true...
She dropped to her knees, enjoying the submissive position between his thighs. She couldn't wait to inhale the scent of his throbbing man meat and wrap her lips around his tumescent member until she gagged on every inch of his cock.
Tammy released Victor’s cock from his pants.
From her position on her knees, she caught a full view of what Victor was packing. Tammy shouldn’t have been so surprised. Victor had the biggest dick she had ever seen. Not only was it long, but it was wide and thick. In its erect state, it could hardly stand upright.
His cock was heavy with arousal and rock hard. Tammy marveled at Victor’s member as she gripped the base firmly. Her wetness stirred with desire. If she sucked him off, she prayed he'd have the stamina to give her what she really wanted. It had been so long since she'd been with a man. And if Victor's kisses were any indication, she would more than enjoy him in the bedroom.
She wrapped her lips around his bulging head and began to suck him off.
Victor groaned the moment Tammy’s lips touched his sensitive dick head. He threw his head back and spread his legs allow her greater access to her prize. Without using her hands, Tammy shoved the rest of Victor’s cock down her throat. It had been a long time but she was still well-equipped to give a damn good blow job.
Her gag reflex was practically nonexistent and Tammy sucked him off with the passion of a young lover. Victor pulled her hair out of her face as she bobbed her head up and down his length. The sight of Tammy submitting completely to him by taking him deep down her throat caused his cock to stiffen even more.
Tammy deep throated Victor, letting the tip of his dick head caress the back of her throat. She began to use her slippery, spit covered fingers to massage his balls around in her palm.
Victor grunted, nearly thrust over the edge by his own pleasure. Her soft lips worked him well, and her soft moans of pleasure brought him close to an eruption. He began to thrust his hips up into the beautiful dark-skinned woman’s mouth. Tammy kept taking him deeper and deeper without gagging or complaining. She didn’t weaken her suction on his cock either.
Tammy sucked him off hard for a few minutes and just when Victor thought she had no more tricks up her sleeves, she took a lubricated finger and began to massage his perineum. That forbidden patch of flesh between a man’s balls and asshole was the key to unlocking male pleasure.
Victor grunted again and she felt his balls go closer to his body as he neared his orgasm. Tammy took the lubricated finger and began to gently probe Victor’s backdoor entrance. He didn’t stop her and in fact seem to enjoy the light backdoor action. The taboo nature of it all was too much to handle. Tammy slowly began to insert her finger into his asshole as she sucked him off. She took his cock deep into her mouth as her finger entered him from the back.
With this move, it didn’t take much for Victor to cum. He breathed heavily and then groaned as he released a thick load of sperm into Tammy’s mouth.
She grabbed his buttocks as he erupted inside her. The hot sperm flooding her mouth made her feel so wonderfully used by him. Her wetness throbbed with desire as she pulled his cock out of her mouth, swallowing every last drop of his creamy ejaculate for him.
She looked him in the eye, waiting for a burst of pride as she saw his face. She wanted to see that look of euphoria and satisfaction that overcomes a man when he’s had an outstanding blowjob.
Victor looked completely satisfied as if Tammy had just announced that she was bringing peace on earth. He was drained and content, but he knew it wouldn't be long before the minx had him rock hard all over again. Her supple, curvaceous body couldn't help but arouse him.
Her strong submissive tendencies added to her appeal. That's what he wanted from her anyways: submission.
After cumming that hard, Tammy expected Victor to be completely spent. But his libido had other plans; his sexual energy was still at an all time high and he wanted release again.
Victor hadn’t expected himself to be able to stand up, much less fuck, but his cock remained rock hard. It was as if the thick member knew there was more business to attend to here.
This wasn’t over.
"Come to bed with me," he growled, more of a demand than a question.
Tammy got to her feet.
"If I go with you, what does this mean."
"It means," he muttered, attempting to shove his cock back into his boxers, "We're too adults who wanted a good time."
"So just a good time?" she asked.
"Don't complicate it Tammy. I want you. Isn't that enough?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Good," he continued, "I'll make it worth your while."
"I never expected..."
"Trust me," he interrupted, "I didn't expect this either."
He grabbed Tammy’s hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. Tammy had never seen the inside of one of her teacher’s bedrooms. If this were any other circumstance, she would have snooped and tried to learn everything she could about him.
Once upstairs, he shut his door and stared at her.
“If you want to back out, now’s your chance,” he said.
“No way,” she shook her head, “I want to see where this goes.”
“So you want me to make love to you?”
She chuckled, “Make love?”
“Too old school for you?”
“A little bit.”
He smirked, “Don’t worry. I don’t do everything old school.”
“What does that mean?”
“This will be worth your time.”
“No man can guarantee that.”
“I can,” he said, “But you must let me do what I wish with you.”
“Cocky,” she said.
He moved in closer to her, running his hand across her cheek.
“No, wise.”
“You’re loving this aren’t you?” She asked.
“Maybe.”
“Have you fantasized about it for as long as I have?” She asked.
He chuckled, “No, not at all. You were my student…”
“You don’t still think of me like that?”
“Of course not,” he replied, “It was so long ago.”
He pressed his lips against hers again. She inhaled the fresh scent of his flesh as he kissed her. Some of his hair fell into her face and she pushed it out, gripping his cheek as they kissed.
“I want to enter you,” he whispered.
“Then do it,” she whispered, “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He chuckled.
“You have a naughty side, eh?”
“Si,” she whispered, giggling as he kissed her.
“Enter me,” she whispered, “Just take me.”
He turned her around, forcing her to spin and face the wall. Victor pressed her up against the wall, just as he’d imagined taking her.
“I can’t wait to have you,” he growled.
He slipped her sweater off, unhooking her bra so her breasts would swing into view.
Victor didn’t like his women to be the media standard for beauty. He wanted a woman like Tammy, a woman with thick curves, with stretch marks and with breasts that hung down low with a natural weight to them.
He squeezed her nipples as he pressed her against the wall.
“Mm,” he said, “They’re soft.”
He pushed her against the wall, squeezing her breasts in one of his hands as he ran his hands down her stomach.
Tammy inhaled instinctively as he pressed his palms to her belly.
“Exhale,” he whispered, “The existence of your stomach doesn’t deter me.”
She exhaled, comfortable in his arms as he slid his hands down her pants and into her underwear. His fingers were thick and dextrous. He pried her pussy lips apart urgently, dipping his finger between her folds until they were sopping with her juices.
He removed them, sticking his fingers into his mouth.
“Mm,” he muttered, “Tastes good.”
He reached for her button and undid her pants, starting to slide them over her hips.
“Finish the job for me,” he demanded.
Tammy reached back and wriggled out of her pants, struggling to slide them over her hips as she pulled them down. She could feel the warmth from his body as he pulled away from her. He grew hotter by the second, craving more of her each moment they stood in this room together.
Once her pants were off he pressed her into the wall again, sliding her panties to the side.
“You haven’t been with a man in a while, you say?”
“I haven’t,” she replied.
“Then you’ve been tested?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Good,” he replied, “I hate condoms.”
Tammy felt a flutter in her chest as she realized the risk he was asking her to take. He gripped her neck from behind but didn’t squeeze.
“May I have you raw?”
She didn’t know what to say to him. She was on birth control but this was still a risk. His tongue pressed against her neck and she shuddered as he kissed her neck again.
“Y-yes,” she muttered.
“You’re on birth control?”
“Yes,” she heaved.
“Good. Because I want to spill my seed inside you…”
He shifted her legs apart with a forceful grasp and released his cock from his pants. She didn’t get a chance to catch a glimpse of it. He squeezed her neck tighter and then pressed her face into the wall.
“It’s big,” he warned, “Does that scare you?”
“No,” she breathed.
He chuckled, “Perhaps it should.”
He pressed his cock against her entrance and Tammy froze. She wondered if she’d made a huge mistake coming here. It didn’t feel like he’d pressed a cock against her. His dick had to be thicker than a large pipe. As he pressed at her sopping hole, he could hardly work the head in due to the thickness of what he was packing.
He detected the terrified look that had worked its way across her face.
“Don’t worry,” he growled, “I’ll be gentle with you this time.”
He grunted as he worked his head past her entrance. Tammy moaned as he slipped past. How was he so big? Just the head of his hardness sliding past her entrance was enough to leave her trembling.
He pressed her into the wall as he slipped the rest of his cock between her legs.
Tammy whimpered as he filled her entrance to capacity. She gasped and pressed her palms against the wall.
“It’s big…” she whimpered.
“Too big?”
“N-n-no.”
Her desire to experience a hardness like his overwhelmed her desire to escape the pain. She groaned as he thrust into her deeper.
“You like that?” He whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed, “Yes…”
He started to pound into her, smacking his hips into her ass as he drove his cock deeper and deeper. She cried out as he touched unexplored depths of her wetness, burying his cock inside her with animalistic ruts of pleasure.
“Don’t stop…” she moaned, bracing herself against the wall and jutting her ass out for the taking.
Victor gripped her hips as he slammed into her harder. Her whimpers and moans morphed into all out screams. She cried out and then shook as she climaxed, relaxing her weight against the wall as his cock stimulated a powerful orgasm that caused every inch of her body to quiver.
He pulled out of her.
“Bed. All fours,” he commanded.
Tammy didn’t wait another instant before obeying him. She positioned herself on all fours, squeezing her legs together so her slit dripped for him, welcoming him to plunge between her legs.
He positioned himself behind her, eager to slide between her legs again. His cock was coated head to toe in her juices. She was soft, supple and her tightness gripped his hardness with an incredible heat. She was every bit as alluring as he’d imagined she’d be and so utterly responsive to both his dominant and gentle touches.
He slipped between her folds again. She cried out and arched her back. She’d adjusted magnificently to his size and now all she craved was more of him… more release.
“Harder…” she whimpered.
Victor couldn’t contain himself. He’d held back long enough already.
Now that she was before him and presenting herself so eagerly, he rammed into her. She cried out but thrust her hips back, indicating she was prepared for more. She moaned and he started pounding her harder until she collapsed onto her stomach from the force of her climax.
He grunted as he pummeled her, pushing himself closer to an orgasm.
“Cum inside me… please cum inside me…” Tammy moaned, her desire for Victor’s massive hardness overpowering her common sense.
Hearing her pleading for him, Victor couldn’t hold back any longer. He grunted and released his load between her legs. Tammy shuddered as his large sword shuddered and spurted his load inside her. She could feel him exerting power over her, using her for his own pleasure and she loved every minute of it.
When he pulled out of her, he joined her in bed, lying on his back with that satisfied post-sex look on his face that overwhelms men when they’re fully satisfied.
“That was perfect,” he muttered, leaning over and kissing her.
Tammy noticed more silver in his dark brown hair, and his age suddenly became apparent to her.
Have I gone too far this time? She wondered.
It was too late for wondering. She’d already been had by her son’s teacher.