She was posed very seductively for a teacher, with her dress riding high up her bare thighs. Porn I watched her walk up the garden into the house. But this time it was my cock that felt the wetness, not my finger. “You’ve never fingered a girl’s pussy before, have you?”
I was shaking my head and thinking, “What will it feel like?”
“You want to know what it feels like?” she taunted. “Where’s my good-bye kiss, Baby?” called Mum, sounding hurt as I rushed out the front door. I was staring at the ceiling above my bed, just like in the dream. Mine seemed to be clear. Mine seemed to be clear. She was wearing a stretchy red top with a deep scoop neck. Touching myself was sinful.
