When he was all done I cleaned him up as best as I could, and then I put his dick back in his pants and zipped him up.Then I got back down on my hands...and knees and crawled over to the guy next to him, and did the same thing to him....and then to the guy after him.... and the one after him.... and on and on I went until every single professor sitting at the table had unloaded on my face. There was even a couple of them who sat down in the middle of the session who I made sure to go back and. You press your ear to the door and hear water running. You listen for a moment and hear the water stop. You then hear the splashing/sloshing sound of someone getting in the water.A very naughty idea emerges and you realize the idea has been there for some time now.It is the source of your nervousness. You had been battling in the back of your mind between your good side and naughty side.Apparently, your naughty side is winning.You put the key in the door and open it. You slip into the room,. She looks at me worriedly and asks "What are we doing?" I tell her, "You heard me taking to the guy right?" She nods in confirmation. She doesn't speak English but I'm guessing she knows what's up. So I don't explain any more.I get out of the car and walk to the other side of the car and open her door. I hold out my hand and say "let's go." She hesitates and looks me in the eye. Checking to see if I'm serious I guess. She then puts her hand in mine and I pull her up and out of the car. I lean. A few months ago my husband had a mild stroke, so even that once a month thing stopped and I must admit that I did masturbate a couple of times in the last two months, something I rarely did through my life.On one occasion I am also am ashamed to say that I had a naughty dream about one of my son’s friends, he just popped into my head out of the blue, his name is Shane and he just has something about his face, his eyes that make you melt when you look into them.I hardly ever drink, when I do it.