Every single day I was anticipating lunch time to come to listen to more of his stories. The way he told them, the way he shared his thoughts with me..... He was being honest and showing me that he was a very critical person, lacking some good sense while dealing with people too - I couldn't judge him about that - but his intelligence amazed me. In four days he never showed any interest in me, romantic or sexually speaking, just curiosity about what I thought of some things he said. Friday, when. Using my free hand I ran my fingers over my pussy soaking them in the abundance of my own juices. Using my now wet fingers I began to rub my clit which was engorged and ready for me. The combination of the two sensations at once caused me to bend my knees into right angles, resting my weight on my feet. My pelvis started rising up off my bed slightly then bobbing up and down in rhythm with to toy’s motion. My arms were pushing my large breasts together making them look even bigger, they swayed. I swallowed hard and said "Yes Marcie, thats definitly stimulating." as my cock grew noticably harder. She glanced down to my pants then reached over with one hand and rubbed the inside of my leg and said "Does it take much physical contact?" as she ran her hand along my stiff shaft. Now I was certain Marcie had an agenda and knew exactly what she was doing. I wanted to stop her but was unable to find the strength to do so. I said "Marcie it's obvious that you already know about sex." She. It was just a single fluke that was messing up her calculation. He still took his time to lead her through her calculation, so she could discover the error herself and he was rewarded when Helen slapped her forehead in exasperation.“Duh! Stupid! God, I hate it when I make those stupid mistakes,” she berated herself.“Hey, it’s not that bad. At least you understood the principles. You just need to take your time and not muddle things.”She squinted at him. “You’re really good with this, you.