She was sleeping with her back turned to me. After I lay awake for some hours my impulses got the better of me and I crept up slowly behind her, prete...ded to hug her as I sometimes do when it was cold and spooned her. I was wearing shorts as I mostly do and she was wearing panties and a t-shirt. After a while, she broke my hug and our locked legs. I wasn’t too startled as I observed she was still asleep and sometimes did that when she was uncomfortable or warm. But it was enough to make me not. .. that turned me on instantly i was home alone and wanked all over my laptop while me imagining fucking her from that day onwards i would flirt with her, ive seen her get undressed once, i used to go over a see her have a chat and stuff and one day she had to go out but we was chatting still and i went upstairs with her and see her change her top and i had a real good peak at her tits through her bra because she didnt take her bra off. she was always relaxed with me and saw me as her son so. She said I came three times. Did Tim cum in you I asked. Yes she giggled.She said after he unloaded his balls in her she pulled her pantyhose up to help hold it in. She said I was able to go the rest of the day without going to the restroom so I have a creamy pie that's six hours old waiting for you to eat. She unfastened her skirt and it slid down her nylon covered legs . She stepped out of it and stood in front of me with her feet slightly apart. My biggest weakness is seeing her in. She had worked in the university library, not as an exalted chief librarian, but as a modest library assistant. In the course of her work she had chanced to meet Professor Alexander Cavendish, head of the Political Science Department. A tall man with a handsome mane of white hair, and unlike many of his colleagues he was of friendly and cheerful disposition. He and Kay had often exchanged pleasantries and she found herself mildly attracted to him. It is after all pleasing to have a man say that.