One thing was for sure, he certainly couldn’t look the way he could. The guys jokingly called it the Braille method, and got a kick out of razzing B...lly about it. ‘Hey, think of all the stuff you can get away with!’ But that was just dirty talk. It made Billy feel ashamed of even thinking he wanted to look. He had heard the same sexual harassment lectures everyone else had heard, and the Braille method certainly qualified as harassment, or at least it could. Billy wasn’t like that. He didn’t. We passed the salad starting with Laura and then to the girls. We each took bread with its garlic butter dripping. It was all good and even made a good lead-in for our entrees. We were eating our salads and bread and sipping our wine while we talked.Not to my surprise, I found that Laura has a master's degree in English. Her parents were divorced and had fought bitterly using her as a pawn to the point that she had severed all ties to both of them many years ago. She had admitted that she had. The professor kissed him hungrily, as if she had been starved for sex her entire life. Breathing hard, her hand traveled downwards again and quickly unzipped his pants without bothering to undo his belt. She pulled his cock out, stroking it with the palm of her hand. “I’m so fucking horny,” she growled into his mouth. “I haven’t be fucked in years. Forget foreplay, I need your cock in me now. Shove it in me.” She took Noah by the hand and lead him to her desk. With one motion, she cleared. And I mean pounding hard. The bed was shaking and banging, the sounds of his naked groin slamming on my naked ass were already loud, but he had me moaning from his fucking even louder. (I wonder what the people in the next room thought!)We fucked in lots of different positions, something he loved to do, but his favorite was missionary with my feet over his shoulders and my thighs pressed against my chest opening my ass a much as possible. He'd either be over me on his hands and toes using his.