Right ... hmm. I’m having trouble with this infernal machine. It was working before I went to dinner, but now it seems to be dead,” he replied dis...ractedly as he fiddled with the machine some more.“How come you’re working this late professor?” asked Lee. She removed the plug from the wall and then her multi-functional tester unit off her belt. She grabbed a Philips screwdriver to undo the cover screws on the side. She noticed that they had recently been removed and two screws were only loosely. Despite being as horny as possible I could tell this was getting weird so I bailed her out by handing her my shirt and asked "Can you throw that in the dryer for me for a few min. please? To get the wrinkles ou." Giving Joan my shirt was just another excuse to stand there naked again with my raging hard-on pointed right at Joan. This time however she was close enough to reach out and grab it and I prayed that she would. I happened to glance down and saw a considerable amount of pre-cum. She gave me a beautiful smile, and said, ‘Merci beaucoup,’ as her free hand joined the other washing Mr. Handsome. She settled in a slow up and down motion, seeming to enjoy the sight of her hands at work. Without making eye contact, she asked, ‘Monsieur, do you think I’m pretty?’ The question struck me as so ridiculous I was able to find my voice. ‘No, Becky, I don’t think you’re pretty.’ She looked up with questioning eyes. ‘I think you’re beautiful.’ Not to mention you look like Jane. "I'm going to stay a minute Izzy," Samantha told her sister, "I need to talk to the professor for a sec," and then turning to me asked, "Is that ok sir?"Shorter than her sister by maybe two inches, Sam was still a tall girl at five-nine and as her long, curly, auburn hair billowed around her head in the breeze I was captivated by her beauty, a beauty that had snuck up on everyone, so that she now exuded a sexual aura as strong as her older sister. "So where in Boston did you find the magical.