His dress was casual, however, slacks and open shirts as opposed to the suits and ties which most of her male professors wore. His waist was not as sl...m as it had once been, perhaps, but he was by no means overweight. His smile was easy, his manner relaxed and despite the fact that he demanded the very best from his students, he remained a person, not an aloof professor. He was a man one could get to know, admire, respect and with whom she could feel comfortable conversing.She had stopped after. She had gotten off alright, but not by her own hand. We moved furniture in Ann’s. the spare bedroom and the den. Mrs. M and I went to the kitchen where she got us a drink and we sat at the bar. She then asked me to be truthful and wanted to know why I had an erection yesterday in her office. I remarked that as I had looked over her shoulder at the cum stains, her blouse had fallen forward and offered me a view of her breasts. She looked at me with this puzzled look and then said it’s nice to. Ursula smiled with every touch of our bodies. She took every opportunity to feel my tits as she helped me trying on each of the brassieres. Soon I felt my cunt was virtually dripping wet.The mature lady measured my hips while kneeling in front of me, close enough to be able to smell my crotch. She even wiped her finger across my cotton covered vulva. She smelled her finger, while smiling up at me. Ursula also managed to rub her hands all over my butt and vulva. I even managed to avoid an orgasm. He can afford it. He has looked at the numbers and said, ‘yep, we can fix that.’ There are another two things that make Tom important to me. The first is that he and I were lovers when we were your age. I left him for my ex-husband. He didn’t cause a fuss. He told me that he loved me and simply accepted that I go my own way.”“So Tom was a teenaged lover?”“Yes, I made a big mistake. I left him. I don’t really understand why except that my ex was very popular and it was like a sense of pride that.