It would be unethical. Button your shirt and never, bother me again. Are we clear! " I said as I thrust her away from me. Susan was stunned, completel... surprised. She burst into tears, with a dazed look on her face.It looked exactly like a woman who had been spurned and betrayed by the man she loved. One of the female students went to console her. A glance at the crowd around her and we both knew the rumor would spread quickly. She wanted me, and I refused her. Perfect!Susan did not call me. I was lost in this site ... knowing what I wanted to do, but not moving.Finally, I brought my hands which were on his shoulders down to caress his chest and leaned down further, moving my hands, sliding them down toward his stomach, thinking I was going reach his cock, my hand to join his and take over stroking for him as I continued to lean further down, hoping he would turn his head ever so slightly and again take my cock into his mouth and I would lower myself to where I would be positioned. “That will do. The lesson’s over - let’s pull the skin back”. She reached out and grabbed my now stiff and swollen cock. She pulled. She almost pulled me out of the bath. “Place your hands on my shoulders,” she said. She pulled again. Harder. Nothing happened. The tightly stretched foreskin was strangling the swollen head of my cock that throbbed and jerked within her slender fingers.“Sit down in the bath Mark!” my aunt commanded. “I’ll get back to you. Come on Richard!” she ordered. “It’s time. He had just put away his first drink of the day when he heard someone say, “You look like a man on a mission. May I join you?”Allen said, “I had a mission one time, but i was a total failure. I couldn’t keep her happy. You know, when you have a wife whose only ambition is to be a famous business woman and not care who she has to fuck or step on to get there, the marriage survival rate is pretty low. I filed for divorce. I haven’t been back to check on it in a month. I don’t know if I’m still.