. didn’t you?”He nodded.“Why?”“She was making you miserable,” he said.“She’s got a good heart, really. She’s just trying to help. Sh... thinks I need...” She stopped, then went on. “She thinks I need to get laid. She thinks that will solve everything.”“You’re married,” he said. “Don’t married women get laid pretty regularly?”“Not me,” she said. “My husband ... it’s very personal.”“All I can tell you is that I’ll never tell anyone else anything you tell me,” he said. “If you want to talk about it,. ..., oh god, hhhhuuuu mmmmmm yeah?" she replied. "Mmmmmm hmmmm." I replied. "Do you want me to make you cum?" I asked. "I...., hhhhhhhhh I'm almo.... almost there!" she replied. I then slid my middle finger deep into her pussy curving my finger I found her G-spot. I rubbed that spot as much as I could while sliding my hand across her little clit. Her whole body began to spasm violently. Her back arched and she gripped my blankets. " HHHHUU, OH MY GOD, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my g...." she. I settled on the bed to watch a movie on my phone, and was quite into it and half way through when Faye came in. I saw immediately that she was a bit sad.“Had enough?” I patted the bed next to me.“There isn’t really anything for me to do,” she told me as she settled and leaned in with my arm round her. “The drum machine is all complicated and Kimie can just do it in a second. And they’re trying things, you know, with each other, talking to each other...”“I see what you mean,” I sympathised.. Then he went on to college. What became of him she didn’t know. Nevertheless, the bulky six foot three former football player had come home to roost she told herself. She loved this school. It had been good to her. It had been good for many. She seen it time and time again but to see a former student come back to teach would be great she told herself. She pictured him. She smiled as she did. Alone in her office, she sat re-reviewing his resume. Mmmmm, she thought. He was soooo handsome back.