And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered but he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. His...eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling her slightly closer into him. "Don't say sorry... You’re not a sorry person. You apologize. When you say you’re sorry it makes you sound like pathetic sweet heart. “He said. I had no control over that aspect. If so, I’d have to wait until tomorrow night. Or the next. Or how long it took, keeping myself on edge for her. It would be exquisite torture and, if that happened, I would repay her in kind at some point. The inkling of another plan began to take form, one I would have to examine at a later date. And so I waited, keeping myself busy with housework. After a short while I grew too agitated to stay home, so I deviated once again, despite myself and entered. Your course is part of my degree...shall we get well acquainted in each others' underpants???" Silly, I know, but this Hispanic Adonis is 6'3, muscular, nice shaved with a trim goatee, bald head, and speaks with such voice diction and suavity! He is eloquent in his lectures and always calls my name..."Lyric" loving the way the two syllables are expressing; engaged with eyes interlocked with each other. Each time he speaks my name, my panties are moist, yet I cannot withstand it at times, for I. Sharon and I spent all day Sunday cleaning the house, and packing forSharon's move to the college. On Monday I had to go back to work, soMom would be taking Sharon to the college, but since Sharon couldn'ttake her car, she gave it to me. The tearful hugs lasted as long aspossible the next morning, then I took the car to work. When I got tothe dress shop, I got a standing ovation from the sales staff there."Diane honey, Mr. Newman wants to see you right away, but first we wantto say how much you.