Both of them sat by the table, facing each other. Genevieve grabbed the cups and paper towels. Professor Heredia arranged the top of her dress careful...y on her lap and covered it with the paper towels."Ready?" the Professor asked, her eyes dancing with mischief.Genevieve nodded. "The clock is ticking, Professor."The Professor reached back to unclasp her bra, liberating her breasts. She put the bra down on the table and looked more relaxed. Her tits were full and firm. Their rounded forms hung. I, however had to act normal. The rest of the weekend went about normal. Except on Saturday and Sunday night I did not go to my room before them. I made sure to make them go to their own rooms and when I thought they were asleep I then headed to bed myself. I did not want another repeat of that incident.... At least with Max involved... Sunday night though I swear I could hear soft moans coming from Sam's room, presumably of her rubbing her own self to climax...Monday came along and my ex came. "Oops! Clumsy me," she said bending over again. This allowed me to see down the abyss of her shirt and glimpse or succulent breasts with those perky nipples, but once again this barely lasted a second or two. She handed me the pencil and turned back to the table. And once again she bent over to show the world mother natures masterpiece. "So where should we start?" I couldn't take it anymore, and that's when I spoke those dangerous words. "I know exactly. ”While she waited, she thought about hanging up too. Chicken coop? Why would a grown man be spending time in a chicken coop? What would he say? What would she say? She half expected a male voice to come on the phone, gloating, saying something crude, like “Hey, baby, why did it take you so long to call me? I’ve wanted to get in your panties for ages.”“Hello,” came a deep voice.That was it ... just “Hello”. She felt a shiver of anticipation. His voice seemed to strum some chord in her body.“Hi,”.