Mrs Roby by iamscrwd

Without saying a word, Mrs. Roby dismounted from my face and walked back upstairs.

I fell asleep, dreaming of all that had just happened.

Fortunately, I did manage to awake in time to get cleaned up before Mark and his dad came back.

Mrs. Roby barely acknowledged me the rest of the weekend, not even responding to good bye when my sister picked me up Sunday morning.

But, for months I jerked off every day to the thoughts of what had happened!