She was prattling on about something. I wasn’t really listening. I clearly remember reaching out and putting my hand on hers. Then I heard myself sa...ing, ‘Julia. I think I’m falling in love with you.’ Julia’s eyes got large. She pulled her hand away. Then she stood and ran – I really mean ran – from the coffee shop. I was too stunned to even follow her. How could I be such an ass? Does my mouth have a mind of its own? I could have died there on the spot. Not because of what I said, but because. At room 240, The Hilton Garden. Mrs. R had been my guidance counselor, during my freshmen year at State college, rumor had it she was an easy lay for the jocks, of which I was not. I was surprised by the fact she was staying at the Hilton, when she only lived 20 miles away. During college I had gone from a tall out of shape k** to a "ripped" grad student after slimming down and building muscle definition, at the gym which led to my teaching physical education to a bunch of teenie boppers at a. I began by reaching out and taking hold of it, the feeling of fullness, pliability when I squeezed it, the warmth in my hand was like grasping a lightening rod, just as thunder struck.'Am I doing this right daddy', I asked in a quiet voice, my eyes were fixed on his large cock, my stomach churned itself into knots, and my vagina felt empty.'It feels wonderful', he replied, and I could see a small dew like bubble slowly emerge from the slit on its head, 'Do you want to pee', I asked him, as he. Although attractive, she also had what I call a wow factor. She was about sixty, standing five four, with a very curvy and generous size 18 encased in a respectable blouse and clinging black stretch trouser that hugged and slit up her vulva that was obviously ready for action.“Before we start, Robert, I would like clarify a few things. As you will have noticed we may getting on in life but we are far from gaga. Each of us, single or as a couple, live here because we all follow the same.