And, yeah, avoiding the man was not negotiable.We fell into a groove of screwing almost every night. I think she was trying to prove two things. One, ...hat she did want me sexually. And two—and this was only a suspicion—that I wouldn't be able to keep up with her, and that maybe her playing on the side actually made sense on some level. Well, it was just a suspicion I had.It was three months later, and after a particularly raucous night of rolling in the sheets, that things started becoming a. My goal is to peak down your blouse if it’s open so I can catch a look at your bra or tits.5. Stealthily staring at women in bikinis is mandatory no matter whether they are relatives, friends, neighbors or complete strangers. 6. I’ll go out of my way to walk behind a tight, hot ass and ogle that butt as it moves and wiggles.7. If a hottie walks by me in a restaurant, bar, coffeehouse or café I’ll always stop to stare, even if my spouse, friend or companion is talking to me.8. I fantasize about. Mrs. Robinson was flat on her back across the big island countertop in front of the whiteboards, her head actually falling back into the sink as she stared at the ceiling. Usually there would be some experiment done on the island where anyone in the classroom could see. But now there was just a hot Sapphic encounter there for me to see.Mrs. Robinson's skirt was hiked up, and her panties were on the floor. Her hands were trying, unsuccessfully, to open her blouse, rubbing at herself in a frenzy.. When we were done, June collected her papers and stood to leave. ‘Thank you June. That was just the way I like to get my day started.’ ‘You’re welcome Mike. I try to please.’ She turned and walked out. What a figure. And those legs!!! Incredible. So that was how things started off with June and myself. The funeral for Martha was on Friday. Many in the office attended. The church was packed. The reception was wonderful. I met her two children and had a long talk with them. Her daughter was just.