"Well, let me describe the woman standing there in front of me.She was older, I'd say somewhere in her forties, and what was most notable about her wa... her boobs. I have no idea what size they were but they were huge. And, she had them on display in a low-cut dress that seemed to show acres of cleavage.I'm a male, twenty-two, so you know I couldn't keep my eyes off them, I did keep looking down at their awesomeness, I'm sure, to her great pleasure.She asked me about this and that, what college. " Okay." There was a mixture of relief and disappointment in her voice -- relief that she wasn't 'ruining' him, no doubt, and disappointment that it wasn't his first time. She glanced over at Michael, but he was wiping himself down and grinning, so she took Michael's cock in hand, but concentrated on rubbing Pete's over her face. "I love these..." Michael stepped in and she gave him equal treatment. Then Pete groaned as her lips rolled over his glans.I looked back at Ed; he was fisting his cock. I tried to say no but she said, “If you don’t do exactly what I say, I’ll make a complaint with the dean.” I dropped the blanket and she started to laugh and point. “It’s tiny.” she said My face went bright red, I was so embarrassed. Then she said, “What are you waiting for?” I dropped to my knees and started to massage her feet. It didn’t take long for me to get hard. She noticed straight way and started to laugh again. She said, “Is that as big as it gets?” I nodded and she started laughing. I was looking forward to his coming of age.Over the next three years, we brought the art of flirting to a new height. Of course by this time I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that he would never be interested in me sexually and that our flirting had become merely routine.Many times, he had started conversations with me relating to his perfectly natural curiosity about same sex and the confusion that it was causing him. Although I wanted to be the one to initiate him into the.