'Oh yes of course how silly of me could you make some allowances?' Juliette asked.'We could try Miss. What chest size do you think he is?''Surprising...y not much different from me but his waist is 10 inches wider than mine,' said Juliette remembering how much wider her waist used to be. At 20 inches it needed no explanation.'Very well Miss, follow me and we will see if we have some suits that would fit him,' the man said. He led her over towards the back of the shop and Juliette saw row after. I left her when she began to get up and followed her to the kitchen. She was wearing a saree. She took vegetables from the fridge and began cutting on the kitchen platform. I again hugged her from behind and pressed my dick on her butt. She probably knew what my actions meant because I am a foot taller than my mom. My dick can’t touches her butt until I don’t do it purposely. My mom is a wise old lady. She ignored and kept cutting vegetable and asked general stuff about work. I humped her. It had begun like the two sessions before it; she’d welcomed me into the tiny office, we’d sat opposite one another in armchairs, she’d begun to delicately ask me about my mental state over the last week. We discussed in detail how I’d been, and she appeared noticeably relieved to hear that I was feeling better than I had been the last time I sat in that chair. I know that the relationship we have is purely professional: I’m struggling with depression and it’s her job to try to get to the. I could tell he was excited too but not in the way that I was.Since it was our break we stopped watching once the faculty member came in. I thought about it all night wanting to do things with him but I felt he might be upset if he hears this. In the next day, as we were talking, I intentionally brought up the topic of sex. I said,” you know how great that video was! I jerked off to it. My cock was so sore.” I looked at him hoping he might send any signal but if he did I missed it. I wanted him.