Most guys would have had a problem I think, being an aide, and especially and aide to a woman. Isabel and I were the only ones ‘reversed’ so to sp...ak. The rest were men with female assistants. But what did I care? People get too hung up on that crap. We were a good team. Partly because I respected her and I think she respected me as well. But then, some of the others ‘assisting’ spent more time talking to each other than helping out like me, so that was a big part as well. At one point, about. ‘As a heart attack…’ His house was warm and inviting, no one was home so I walked into his living room to take a seat. It was an arena filled with sports memorabilia such as signed balls and gloves, pictures and more. His old man was a sports fanatic, the only other thing he probably loved as much was fishing. I sat on one of the large, black arm chairs and leaned my head back. I was getting another headache, a problem that had always been and will always be with me. ‘Damn, that is pretty. Our whole bodies were touching and he pushed his top leg in between mine forcing my top leg to also bend. Both of our bottom legs were straight with the top ones bent causing a great position for him to keep grinding into me but this time just with his thigh, not his penis as it was no longer erect. He put pressure on me making me roll over to my back and he laid half on top of me half on his side, and trailed his hand around the hem of my pants. You could tell he was contemplating if I would. I don’t know whatever you think of myself but I know that I love you. This is true”, I stopped. She didn’t study more on that day. I thought my tuition had gone. I regretted that I shouldn’t tell her in that way. I thought that what if she told that to her father and anyone else. But I was wrong. She didn’t tell anyone about my proposal. The next day I went to her room with lots of tension but nothing happened like that. She solved all the sums which I gave her. Then she suddenly held my hand.