"Taylor, I need to see you after class..."


Taylor rarely participates in class, much to Mr. Smith's dismay. So, he'll just have to teach her a few lessons in classroom etiquette.

(6 years is long enough, right? Read Part 1 here: http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/taboo-stories/after-school-with-mr-smith/)

Taylor lay on her bed, resting one hand on her stomach and the other on her thigh. Her breathing became ragged as images of her brief session with Mr. Smith faded in and out of her mind: his large, sensuous hands traveling over her sinewy back, falling down and caressing her legs and rear as she sat on top of him, riding him desperately. It was so wrong, but when he had emptied himself into her, she hadn’t had a care in the world.
She slid her hand from her thigh to her underwear, already feeling the dampness seeping through them. Her eager fingers dipped into herself and she stifled a moan. Her parents were in the room across from hers.

Her other hand