He had a girlfriend as well, but she was not quite the beauty that my girl was but she was very nice. I guess Zoltan had brought his European attitude... towards women with him and I'm not sure they went over so well with the American girls. He was no virgin and I know he had "relations" with a couple of women in town who weren't students. His girlfriend, Darleen, was nice enough but she wasn't very mature and Liz and I found we didn't have much in common with them when we occasionally. She went to the spa everyTuesday and Thursday evening, and this was Thursday. She herded usinto the car and left the driveway, ignoring Ann's questions aboutwhere we were going. Just outside of town she stopped. "I'm taking you girls to a very special place," she said. "And,right now, I want you to trust me completely." This seemed a littlemelodramatic, but we nodded our agreement. She handed us each a blackmask of the sort that some people use to help them sleep during theday. Mom used to. Her laugh became a moan, and she relaxed her knees outward to accomodate his bulk, writhing under his hot touch, surprised at the ardor of his mouth on her nipples and her own body's responding with shivering, burning, instant desire for his fingers to part her cunt lips and for his tongue to lap up the juices she could feel collecting there. As if she had spoken her desires aloud he kissed her belly and pulled up her long, wide skirt to expose her pussy, glistening pink and open-mouthed. He. She was joyful and sassy, tender and sensitive, strong and independent: she was the whole package, I thought. And here she was now only a matter of days later, lying under me, cooing softly and contentedly. Surely, this wouldn't… couldn't… shouldn't last, I thought. Too many things to overcome: can you imagine her taking me home to meet her parents, who were younger than my two grown ch1ldren? Then there was the small matter of her being my student, which was strictly forbidden by school.