“Tampons, not pads?”“God no! You think I would want to walk around with something like a slice of bread in my panties?” she replied. “Don’... worry, you don’t need to do that; or even help me put one in; that’s all a few weeks away. Anyway, back to work.”We got into some of the sample exam questions, these ones on rectangular hyperbolas, calculating equations of tangents and chords at various points. After an hour of conic sections, I was ready for a break.“Cathy, were you serious about giving me. "Why am I not surprised? You look like a no-nonsense kind of woman, so you wouldn't be intimidated by the macho-male atmosphere."She smiled at me but didn't reply. I had made my point and she had no need to confirm it. She wanted to maintain some sense of femininity, I thought. It was completely unnecessary. She was genuinely all-woman. I was very attracted to her and I was confident she knew that.The trail ride and the various other activities had caught up with many of the guests and. "There's the nice welcome I was hoping for," she breathed into my ear as we hugged following the kiss."That's a welcome I'm happy to offer you any time," I breathed back. I kissed her again, a quicker, more traditional welcoming kiss and leaned back to separate us a little. "Can I take that sweater for you?" Oh yes, thank you. I'll get our Mojita fixings going while you do that," she moved around me to grab the bag, brushing against me and my abused personal space again. I smiled and rushed. And round... and smooth, soft looking... and squeezable. And they pressed together in just the perfect way, creating an absolute canyon of cleavage in whatever she wore. Her nipples seemed like they were always hard because they showed through seemingly every top she had. It was as if she was constantly horny. It was like those nipples were just begging to be sucked on.Mom was stacked in every way. Her belly was flat and sexy, displaying the benefits of yoga and her exercise routine. Her legs.