Still the class was a very interesting one. It was in all probability the most memorable class I ever took. The reason it was memorable was not the co...tent of the course work, but the instructor, Samantha, and her stories.Samantha's Masters is in Clinical Psychology. One of the stories she told the class shocked me to the core. While she was working on her Masters she was transcribing interviews for her Professor. He was studying the make up and motivations of Serial Killers.Serial Killers are. She had a forest of thick black hair and I could see her oversized clit trying to escape for mthe forest. Instand erection! ! I quietly walked into the room, knelt by the bed and stuck my face in that hairy enticement. I started to lick up and down, flicking her clit. She moaned and said ‘Oh honey, not now, you will be late for your train.’ She must have thought that I was dad. So I continued with my licking. She was responding, so I decided to put one, then two fingers in her pussy. This set. The wife and I invited her to visit after her hubby called asking us to tire her again, we were informed that while he was pounding her she asked him to grab several candles to drip on her body. She jerked and thrashed seeming to have endless orgasms then slept to awaken wanting it again making him late for work, then she brought lunch for him and told him to beady when he got home. Huda danced while serving dinner then lap danced turning into a deep throat session he did not know she. .." "Erotic?" her son asked. "Well yes, it's that too," she replied. "But do you understand what I'm saying? In the overall readership, erotica is maybe the most limited form there is." "I understand that, Mom. But I don't care if it's limited. It's what I want to write—and read." A thought suddenly popped into his head of how he could touch and rub her, with it looking totally accidental. He immediately acted on the thought. He leaned over and "accidentally" spilled some wine on her leg. .