As I recently announced my early retirement at work and as I had no immediate family, Susan thought I would have loads of time to set Jack on the path...to a good education. Bat shit!I told Susan to have Jack start getting off the bus at my house starting in two weeks. I would begin the tutoring sessions from then until time to send him home. As I lived about a half block from Susan, this would be convenient for everyone.The first time that Jack arrived after school, I found that he was bright. I don't think you're going to accept my apology." he said as he headed over. "Wait..." I said finally as he stopped and looked back at me. What do I do here? He had to make up for it somehow... but how... he couldn't just fuck my gf and get away with it... definitely not.... at this moment, the thought of him fucking her ran through my head. Him pounding her pussy hard from behind. Her on top of him, riding his cock as they kissed and moaned. There was only one way to make things good again.... Kay. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The characters, concepts, and plot are original, and are the property of the author. All rights reserved. Distribution for commercial gain, including, but not limited to, posting on sites or newsgroups, distribution as parts or in book form (either as a whole or part of a compilation). "Anyway, they lived in Europe and the Middle East and China at different times in their careers, and of course, I went with them. They retired in Morocco, and when I came here to Ann Arbor, I studied languages and philosophy. Well, that didn't look like it would support me as I want to live, so I added some marketing stuff: an MBA. That's about it."Terry nodded. "Well, I'm delighted that you've lived in all those different cultures. It's not enough to have the language; you need to know where.