E. graduation. Though I was an average student I always had good rapport with my professors and teachers in my college life.This story is how I came t... love a woman 15 years elder to me. Coming to the story as I told you I always had a good rapport with all my professors may it be male or female. One such professor of mine was Simran who used to teach me when I was in 2nd year. I was kind of a pet student of hers no bad intentions there on either side. It was just that I was good in her subject. ‘Hi, Linda.’ She moved with her natural grace across the room to kiss me warmly but not passionately on the mouth. I tried to sustain the kiss but she was not having that. She sat and I poured her wine and placed it in front of her and she thanked me. We exchanged small details of our day – hers in the tall building that housed her PR firm and mine in the dull library beside the canal. I sensed something was not as it should be but could not put my finger on it. After a while Sylvia said she. I was pretty naive, and still am, unfortunately, as a quick kiss down at the tennis courts on the school playground sent a shiver down my body that I will never forget. Almost the same feeling I began to feel when I was around five when I soon discovered the way of masturbation, as my fingers always found themselves between my legs, sometimes even two or three times a day. I had no idea what I was doing, and I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't stop at times.Travis became more forward with. I notice a darker patch at the base of her knickers,obviously she was becoming aroused. When we arrivedat her flat, she collected two glasses as we headed for the living room. Sheturned to me and wrapped me in her arms, eager I suppose to renew that kissfrom a month ago. Her tongue traced the shape of my lips and snaked its wayinto my mouth, I brought my hands up towards her soft breasts. Locating thealready hardening nipples, I gave them a gently twist, which caused Eleanor tosoftly moan into.