I found it amazing how quickly I sobered up after finding that Ben's cabin was burned up (I refuse to call it Ben and Jennifer's cabin because I'm not...sure yet of her total victory). We're on the nice as hell Truth Network corporate jet when the flight attendant comes up and asks, "Would either of you like some champagne?"The very last fucking thing I want is more champagne so instead I ask, "Very strong expresso would be great, two cups would even be better. And if you have any crank1 that. She lives about a 15 minute drive from me, but I was expecting to drink a lot of alcohol there so I left the car at home and went for the bus. Now the journey would take about 30 minutes once the bus arrived. It arrived a few minutes after I go to the bus stop. It was an old double decker bus and probably seen better days, but it does have proper padded seats. Not like the newer buses that just have moulded plastic seats that after 5 minutes give you a numb ass.I got on the bus, paid for my. ”She walked the hallway of the office in a sense of doubt. The office hadn’t changed a bit but none of the workers seems to recognize her. She wore her usual office dress, a western blouse accenting her cleavage, a Kashmiri sweater which wrapped to her skin tight and a short skirt which barely covered her ass as she walked. She wore neither a stocking nor a pantyhose which revealed her pink pantie as she walked.“Do these people even remember me?”, she thought. Her swaying curvy ass too didn’t. “Why don’t you close your eyes? That way it might be easier for you.” She shut her eyes and I guided her hand to just above my cock. “Are you ready?” I asked and she was breathing heavy as she nodded her consent.I couldn’t believe my student was about to touch and stroke my cock. Dreams come true. I hoped I didn’t shoot off in her hand and scare her away. I slowly lowered her hand, with her palm open and facing down until it was lightly touching my hard-on. She jumped and pulled her hand back..