I wasn’t provocatively dressed in any way, just a grey-marl vest over a blue push-up bra, a knee length faded denim skirt and a pair of black ballet...pumps. I pulled my skirt hem down as if in a bid to cover my legs and moved on. In the next two aisles he was notable by his absence, perhaps he’d gone ... but no by the milk section I saw him, his eyes steadfastly fixed on me as I approached. I averted my gaze, my mouth was feeling dry. Was I being stupid, I was a 53yo woman, I’d seen men of every. I couldnt help it, no matter how much I tried to stop the feelings, they were there. As the semester wore on, the flirting between us escalated. We were constantly flirting, it was pretty shameless. The teacher even made some comments to me at certain points during the year. But the semester was coming to a close and I was becoming a bit sad. I knew that because our friend circles didnt overlap, that after the class was done, so was everything that we had. Or might have had. But we had the. I wouldn't expect you to see any resemblance. Lisa Kleinhoffer."My mouth fell open. There was only one woman prior to the challenge who had provided me with one of my truly memorable sexual experiences. It was Lisa. Interestingly it had nothing to do with either fellatio or swallowing semen. In fact, Lisa didn't do the latter. Pretty much every woman in the No Strings Challenge had found some reason to remark about how well I performed cunnilingus. Lisa was the girlfriend who taught me and I. I propped myself up on my elbow and inspected the damage. Little rivulets of cum were puddling between her breasts and in her belly button. "Ahhh... not entirely," I replied, holding my breath. Donna opened her eyes, looking first at my face, then at my shriveling cock, and finally down the front of her own naked body. Her eyes widened in surprise. "I'm sorry..." I stammered. "I didn't mean to..." She took a deep breath, and it was several seconds before I realized she was, if not savoring,.