"Your handwriting is terrible." My hands hurt," he defended.Tricia scanned the note, reading it aloud. "I am writing this because I have to apologize....." She mumbled a couple more words from the sentence, groaned, and then folded the note and ripped it in half."What are you doing?" he yelled.Tricia ripped the apology note into several pieces and threw them in the trash. "That was not an apology. You didn't mean it." But I did what you said!" An apology means you feel sorry," she barked at him.. We were still unnoticed by any one. One of his hands moved down towards joint of my legs. There was plenty of space because we already pushed the seats back. I had widened my legs so that he can do it freely. For some time, his fingers were moving on outer portion of my hairless pussy but then he inserted his middle finger between my already wet pussy lips and he was moving his finger up and down touching my G spot/clits. I have started moaning in pleasure on his sexy act on my boobs and wet. When I looked over myself I could only tell my maleness by whathung between my legs. And when I wasn't hard it was always so small itcould be overlooked.I drove carefully and within the speed limit. I didn't want to be pulledover. I already felt so strange and scared. Thinking back again toFriday's mirror look I could visualize my groomed pubic hair patch abovemy penis. My pubes were naturally light strawberry blond, even a bitlighter then my head of hair. Stopped at a light I looked in the. If you do, you'll ruin me, and I'll destroy you. I'm... gay. The Dean of this University is a raging homophobe, and so are most of the senior faculty. If word gets out they'll find a way to fire me. Some people are already suspicious. I've been discreet, but shit, I'm 32, unmarried, and don't date. So here's the favor. I need a distraction. I need a young, attractive female to pretend that she is madly in love with me... That we are lovers. Nothing major. A few steamy public kisses, some light.