" I replied with a grin. I had read that there was a lifestyle convention at the Ritz tonight, so I was really aroused thinking of the possibilities. ...he smile on her face told me she had it all planned! As she urged me to hurry up. She had packed a small rolling suitcase which I took and followed her out to the car...the sight of those seamed stockings and heels would keep me hard for a while.When we got to the RItz, my wife said she was going to scope out the bar and that I should register. On the floor were rows of old-fashioned straight-backed wood benches, rather like church pews, but in pairs facing each other. In place of airport ticket counters we saw ancient teller windows with ancient men issuing tickets.I'll have to admit, though, that there was another way of looking at that picture. There were no rope-constrained baffles with long lines of people snaking through them; no metal detectors to pass through; no uniformed agents screening carry-on luggage; no signs saying. But... when she bent over to collect the leaves that was a breathtaking view of her lovely barely covered bottom. I was rubbing myself and was near to climax. I knew our guests would soon arrive so I could not delay going down . It was not possible to delay anyway I was so very turned on ... here comes the vinegar stroke. She had turned round and straightened up and was looking this way, - did she know she had given me a lovely orgasm.? I had caught the jizz on my damp towel and I quickly. The other students those were to come said they would come in the evening. And in the morning I became her only student, she decided to join that institute again as what she was earning wasn’t enough at moment, she asked me if I cold come in the evening or at 11 am as her institute timings were 8 to 11 am. I agreed on coming at 11.30 am.Being her only student at my time she gave me her number. I used to send her jokes in sms, those she liked. She used to say I can make anyone laugh.I never.