Her fingers found mine, as she leaned her head against my chest."How old are you?" It took you that long to ask again?"She poked me in the ribs, none ...oo gently. "Well?" Do you remember what I said?" That you changed the subject?" Before that." The part about being either a 17-year-old freshman or a 27-year-old professor?" I've been the former, though I probably won't be the latter." Being twenty-seven or a professor?" Chances are that I'll be both, just not at the same time." So you're a grad. So I had many mixed emotions but still to this day I haven't brought it up . Idk if she is messing around with other guys but I sensed a little mystery with her breath and her dick sucking abilities that literally improved every time we had sex. This is when it gets interesting... One day after we had sex I wanted to keep her panties . She chuckled and asked why so I kept it from her and hid it away. She laughed and told me "don't worry about the cum stain, I don't want you asking where did it. A distraction I thought with that line I had bought. Very pleased he did seem for his face it did beam. As my pussy gripped his shaft my tits worked at their craft. Pretty soon he did add his load to those I already had. I didn't miss then that three different cocks had given me their cum they had paid tribute to my mouth, tits, pussy, and bum. He was not finished he sucked on a tit as his cock still quite hard pushed on my clit. He paused for a moment and gave not a hint but said rather these. I am asked out fairly often but I have no desire to date. Not now anyway, probably not ever.Since I am being honest I guess that I should probably also say that one of the reasons that my husband left me is that I am not very fond of sex. I have always found it demeaning and embarrassing. When I overhear other women talking about a night of great sex they have just enjoyed or how much they enjoy having sex with this man or that man, I don't get it. I suppose I envy them. I know that there is a.