"I'm not getting it at all!" I'm doing OK," I told her. "Why don't we study together?"I expected a no, I really did. I expected her to shoot down the ...dea without a thought. But I saw an internal battle flicker across her face. Then, finally, she said, "Do you think you can help?" Yes, I do." OK, then," she said with a smile, to my utter shock. She must really be worried about this grade. "We have a test in a week, though, so it has to be soon." That's fine. Today, if you'd like." OK," she. "Well, you could save me many embarrassing moments with some good advice, Kit. I really like the soft touching idea. What else?" I felt myself becoming more brazen. The fear of being busted by my moms friend for being a deviant was driving me less than the throbbing in my pants. "Every girl is different, Paul, there's no one answer." "Then, tell me what you like, Kit." Line crossed. There was a pause, a moment of oops and then she rolled over to face me. "Paul, this really isn't an appropriate. “Go upstairs and turn down the bed. Take one of the dining room chairs with you. I’ll tell you where I want you when Jacob and I get up there.”They arrived about half an hour later, both naked and Gail’s breasts showing several bite marks that would undoubtedly be hickeys by tomorrow morning. Fortunately, they wouldn’t be seen when she went to work. She stopped at her dresser and opened a drawer. “Here; I bought these just for you. Put them on. You’ll wear panties from now on.” I pulled. She was married and didn't want to get caught playing, and since we were playing at her work it was a nice safe place for us to meet since massage sessions are private and generally in the nude anyway. The only risk was us being "caught" by her employer at the physical ther****t office. The massage room was right next door to the therapy rooms, so only a wall and about 10-15 feet from an unassuming person while we discovered all manner of sexual fun. It actually to the thrill knowing others.