When my finger was well inside I touched something that felt like a little turd. I moved the finger around tossing the turd about. Turd or no turd I�...m going in here I thought. My cock was ready for more action. I got between the rounded thighs; spread the cheeks apart and let globs of spit fall between. I took my fingers and rubbed it in and around, making the entrance moist. I positioned my cock and pushed, but couldn’t get in. I tried for about five minutes to no avail. Every time I felt I. We kissed affectionately. "Coffee?" she asked, but no move away was made. We kissed again, more urgently this time, tongues slipping between lips, lips being savoured, hands slipping down and pulling each other closer. Still saying nothing more we broke apart a little and she half turned and nestled back into me, her hands holding mine, which were now clasped across her front. I rubbed gently then moved up and lovingly caressed her bra-less pendulous breasts. Pendulous maybe, beautifully. “You and Ron doing it yet,” she asked in a matter-of-fact voice. “Sandy! That is really none of your business,” I exclaimed with some indignity. “Well normally it wouldn’t be but with the big game coming up I thought we should discuss what you can do to ensure that Ron is at the top of his game,” she replied in a manner one would normally reserve for talking about a test taking strategy. “I have no idea what you are getting at, Sandy. I don’t tell Ron how to play football and he doesn’t tell. Memories of the day his mother died filled his mind.‘That day I also screamed like that ... But that moment was too extreme for me. Why is he so angry? What happened? I hate it when others get on edge about me on their own.’A small sigh left his mouth, and he quickly analyzed the situation. After taking everything into account, he said.“Professor, I don’t understand. What are you talking about? I did nothing.”It was the teacher’s turn to be surprised. The anger again quickly disappeared. Maybe.