And she wrote back and said she was blushing if I reminded her of a teacher who made a big impression on me, and she asked me a bunch of questions —...she said are you in college, what year now, I see you’re living in the same city as me, are you still there, what’s your name and stuff like that. I answered her questions and she said let’s switch to chat on kik, and she said her screename. I’ll just call her Barbara and I’m called me just Me, but I’m putting the chat conversation in here to show. I stayed that night and worked on it (as well as other equipment). The next thing I knew, she was at the door knocking. I let her in, and was talking with her while I fixed it. Told her about my wife when she asked. I was way too naive to see what was coming.She walked over, put her hand on my pants, and basically just grabbed my cock. Hell the damn thing went hard so fast I thought it was going to break my damn zipper. She said she wanted to pay me a bonus for fixing this so fast, and also pay. .oh, oh yessss’ she said in a miserable tone of voice, ‘and it doesn’t half hurt. It does get better, doesn’t it?’‘Definitely. It gets a lot better. But for now, I’ve got one thing to say to you, well, two things actually.’‘What are they?’‘One: skin up and have a joint to relax yourself and two: then go to bed. Give yourself time to recover. I’ll deal with David when he comes round to collect his clothes.’Jennifer’s last waking thought before sleep overcame her and the subconscious self-repair. The feeling was actually inviting, I always thought Id freak out at such an encounter. Curiosity got the best of me and i started to slowly rock my hips, causing his cock to be stroked by my soft cheeks, and my puckering hold rubbing in rhythm against the head of his now throbbing cock. I couldnt take it anymore, spitting a decent amount of saliva in my hand and rubbing it against my asshole. As I did so I slipped a finger into my ass. I had done this before, but justified it because I had seen.