Her gaze met mine. As we stared at each other she said “Geoffrey, want to lie down with me?” Do I? Do I, I thought. Hell, you have no idea I told ...yself. Now entirely naked I not only stared at her face and boobs, I stared at her belly a little, her nice looking waist, but I also looked at her wide, wide hips and I went a little further. I looked down her back and looked at that I considered a sweet and shapely young ass. I looked into the mirror and into her eyes. “God Sara, do you have any. I looked down the aisle toward the back and saw my ex-lover, Jacqui, wearing a beautiful, white wedding gown, starting to walk down the aisle, her arm and hand held securely by her very proud looking daddy. She was even more beautiful than I remembered from nearly a year earlier. The last time I’d seen her, we’d spent the night together making love, then in the morning, I watched her drive away toward her future in her little Toyota Celica.I felt tears dripping down my cheeks watching her walk. "So you just take it out, and work with my feet that way? Not a bad offensive," she said.Then she began moving her feet, letting my cock rub up against them. We never ever tried that before, but as it was happening, I was regretting not bringing it up before then."Oh, that's good, Cameron. I won't call it cheating, but I should," she put on the record.Then she got flat on her back, and I really began using her feet. I held her feet, and helped her out, because I knew her legs were getting. My professor for 2D Design was Lila Jones. The twenty of us in the class came from different disciplines in the arts as it was a core requirement but about a third of the students were graphic arts majors. Oddly, the fine arts students in the class were getting along better than the graphic arts students. Lila—she insisted that she went only by her first name and not by Professor—was a pre-computer graphic artist. She insisted that her students learn the principles of 2D Design without.