As I turned to face her, she untied the belt on the robe and let it drop to the floor. My cock jerk uncontrollably as I took in the sight before me. T...e black lace I'd caught a glimpse of earlier was the trim around a silk bra which matched the pair of French knickers she had on. The crowing glory to her outfit, as far as I was concerned though was the matching suspender belt and lacy topped stockings. She looked absolutely stunning. Every red blooded man's vision of the perfect MILF. I. ” she started and then trailed off, seeming to struggle to find the words to do it justice.“Only the beginning,” I promised her, supplying the end of that thought.She trembled again. “Is it ALWAYS ... like this?” she asked, her voice small as she recovered her center.I nodded. “A lot of the time, it is,” I admitted. “Yet another reason that I have more than one girlfriend. I have some practice in putting more than one girl out at a time.”“I think I’m in over my head,” she admitted shakily.I. In the southern Missouri Territory, the great Ohio River emptied into the Mississippi. The confluence of these two great rivers was amazing. The Ohio was a mile wide and poured into the even greater Mississippi. Having only seen the small rivers of England and Boston, I could not imagine the volume of water carried by these great courses. It was almost as if the sea itself was flowing.I sat one day on the bank of the confluence and watched the unending streams carrying an endless supply of. Good grief, the urge to unbutton my blouse and take of my bra was so strong. Thankfully, I didn’t do that in the middle of the classroom, but the more I thought about being naked, the more I remembered. I didn’t finish all the questions, but I don’t think I failed.”“Oh dear, I bet that made you quite horny! And what are we going to do about your top? I’m a painter, not a seamstress.”“Sorry about the buttons, but yes, it made me completely fucking horny! The math test went better. I imagined.