He sucked me into his mouth, moaning softly. I unbuttoned his shirt as his tongue trailed down my neck. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back. My en...ire body was trembling from just his mouth. I prayed I didn’t pass out in the act. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. He stood up, his tongue back to dancing with mine as I rubbed my palms over his smooth shoulders. ‘Are you ok?’ He whispered. I could barely speak. ‘I’m great.’ I responded. I watched as he traced his finger. Some of them perhaps did. However, I always saw him shooing girls away from him. His trying to woo me was an exception, what a privilege!There was an office gossip that Ted had changed since a few months; approximately since the time that I joined the office. He had been fucking around some office girls, earlier. However, he had off late, been pushing them away with visible contempt.I wondered how could any girl get into bed with such an arrogant guy who thought nothing of her? Romantic? I. “Yes, but only in the same sense that the others do. He doesn’t have Schumacher Syndrome in his own right,” Marcy winked at me.“Schumacher Syndrome?” I questioned.“Yeah, that’s what I like to call it. Even though it’s a strange condition that isn’t truly a disease and only has positive symptoms. Some, more prudish, folks might not see them as positive, but that’s their problem,” Marcy snickered as we ate together.“So ... his cum, not existing anymore, can’t start the spread that way or satisfy. I continue to do that as it’s an easy job, good money and I can pretty much work when I want. I was asked and subsequently accepted a position as adjunct faculty at the local school to teach part time. Here is where it becomes interesting. My DIL came to me and was asking about the profession. She’s 24, and was still trying to figure out what she wanted to do. We talked at length and she finally decided this was what she wanted to do.She enrolled and began classes and within a few weeks I ended.