A distinct blush on her cheeks, she approached the desk and picked up her essay. Swallowing hard, she looked at the grade, A-, on the second page. She...then did exactly what Joel expected. Amy quickly looked at the last page of her essay, then, heaved a quiet sigh of relief. Joel, standing on the other side of the desk, watched with keen interest. He noticed that Amy’s light brown hair, cut very short and parted off center, was in fact soft and luxuriant. Their eyes met. Amy’s chocolate brown. Alarm clock, I tought. How wrong I was. Bending over in front of the mirror was their son Tim. What amazed me even more was that he had a rather large dildo moving in and out of his ass. He was oblivious to the fact that I was there. He was vocal saying, "That's right daddy fuck my ass. I love your big cock in my boyhole. Do it harder. Please, daddy do me harder."Picking my jaw up from the floor. I tried to stealthily back away from the door. Suddenly, he turned around. His face. She confessed this time she had said she wouldn’t cover her tits and when he had started to massage her legs and thighs it had started tingles in her groin she wasn’t expecting. I asked her if Jordan was turning her on and she said he was attractive but what was more titillating was the touch. There was nothing sexual in the touch but it was stirring sexual feelings in her. My wife returned home after the next session confessing she had removed her pants at the start so when she turned over. ‘It’s an unpaid Administrative Leave.’ ‘Right, right,’ mumbled the clerk. ‘It doesn’t look like you qualify. You have to have six months of work out of the last twelve. I don’t know whether the priest thing qualifies or not.’ James let out a sigh. The news was a surprise, and not a good one. His financial outlook had just turned sharply down. ‘There’s a couple of things you can do,’ the clerk went on. ‘Pick up some kind of job for a couple of months. Come back when it’s over and you’ve got.