Canon edit w/Ms. Paige PRT2 - "...There's a pleasant singsong to her voice as she chatters on about her flats of choice for the classroom. I nervously twiddle with angles; attempting to mask a level of vulnerability onset by our current front-facing positions. The direct openness of it strikes a nerve; one born of not too now long distant deviances and haunting daydreams from my youth. Sinful scenarios of some older, straight edge, authoritative mature women - typically cast from a forbidden roster of teachers, soccerm-ms/neighbors, that one MILF lady with the heelpop from Costco. Church dammi...

Canon edit w/Ms. Paige PRT2 - "...There's a pleasant singsong to her voice as she chatters on about her flats of choice for the classroom. I nervously twiddle with angles; attempting to mask a level of vulnerability onset by our current front-facing positions. The direct openness of it strikes a nerve; one born of not too now long distant deviances and haunting daydreams from my youth. Sinful scenarios of some older, straight edge, authoritative mature women - typically cast from a forbidden roster of teachers, soccerm-ms/neighbors, that one MILF lady with the heelpop from Costco. Church dammit! - setting me down after my hasty dashes to their house from the bus, to sternly milk the Rod to mush of whatever buildup I had that day like I was perpetually in the dawghouse for something dastardly. Entire routes home have been spent gazing off out the window. Praying the bookbag in the lap trick didn't arouse suspicion, lost in perverted longing. Believe me when I say, I can't help but get a slight stomach-knotting rush taking in the magnitude of this personal milestone before the fantasy begins to unfold. The ceremony goes unnoticed as Ms. Paige nonchalantly continues chatting while cuffing her khaki office slacks before crossing at the soles across my crotch..."