She seemed old to me - I was 22 at the time and she was only 26, an old 26 to me. I see her get up and off that guy. Going to the ladies room I assume.... But she walked right up to me, she bent down to put her mouth on my ear, and then she whispered this to me:"Take me home and fuck me."I turned to her and smiled. "Really? You're not playing some kind of joke on me, are you?" Her answer was the one I wanted to hear. "Yes. Really. You're the cutest guy in this bar. And I want us to go to your. He followed her,admiring the way that her hips swayed. Sometimes he wondered why he gotso lucky. Then he quickly retorted that it didn't matter because as shehad said before they had fun trying.It wasn't something that they discussed in detail with themselves. Bothknew the other's body enough. She loved to let him take the initiativewith her. To let herself lay on the bed before he teased her to orgasmicbliss. Then when he was a little worn out, she would bring him back withher own ways of. Seeing as you danced with her most of the night and you were chatting in the corner when not dancing" she explained."No ... no ... I know nothing" I responded.She passed for a moment looking at me. I sensed that she had something more to say."You are a good liar" she said as she held a finger up to her lips, signalling me to be quiet and let her continue."I got the truth out of Tamara ... eventually" she continued. "Then I couldn't shut her up ... she told me everything that you guys did".I. I am sure that you will be a most...promising student.”“But what am I studying in this class..sir?” she asked. Her voice was not as calm as she might have wanted it to be. “Eh, the art of gentle perversions,” I said, “But the next semester will only be for advanced students...only for those few who passes ALL the oral exams”“I..was very lucky to get this..scholarship, sir.”“Yes” I agreed, with one hand between her thighs, “please turn, so that I can...study your..assets more closely...”This.