Christ I’m getting really turned on,” said Julie.“You’re not the only one,” I replied.Almost without thinking I leaned forward and kissed he... neck. She moaned and I did it again. Then I bit her neck gently, then kissed her again. Suddenly she turned her head to face me and our lips met. We kissed, gently at first and then harder, more passionately, until her mouth opened and I opened mine and our tongues explored each other’s mouths as we practically tried to eat each other. When we paused for. ‘Got the study sheet?’ I wondered. She nodded, and got it out of her backpack. Fairly basic stuff, regular polygons, Pythagorean proof, phi ratio… I tore off some sheets, folded over the corners to a right icosolese triangles to make a square, and trimmed it back while I taught her. She kept her eyes open, and watched what I was doing, glancing up occasionally to store some thing away. When I had six squares of paper, I folded them over again, then again, and again until I had four lobed shapes. I didn't have to wait long before he slid his hands on either side of my head and started rocking his hips into my face. And I'd be lying if I said my pussy didn't get extra wet watching his head roll back whenever I swirled my tongue along the underside.After a bit, we took a breather and tried to resume non-sexual activities and conversation. But, like I said, I had already crossed the point of no return. So when I started to clean myself of my juices, of course it turned into me playing with. Not always though. There is one other point. I'm only five years younger than the lady in question, and y'know, when you get a bit older you really appreciate the charms of a woman of about your own age. There is also the very valid point that Antonio Stradivari's 'Golden age' was from 1698 to 1720. That was a long time ago and the fiddles he made then are still the best ones to knock out a tune on.Jane lived, I discovered, in the next village, and over the course of the next few years we met.