"He's got a wife and three kids."
Could be three and a half by now.
My piano teacher drew me toward his large instrument, pulled down my panties and thrust himself inside me. We made music together and then when it was over we lay on the floor panting, trying to recompose ourselves. As we lay there he ran the tip of his finger along my little toe, past my ankle, brushing the back of his hand against my knee as he inched up toward my thighs. Then in a moment he withdrew his hand and said to me, "I think the johnny's broke luv."
"He's got a wife and three kids."
Could be three and a half by now.