First I want you both to turn to you left and face the wall while we get set up over here."Marsha and I turned to the wall as instructed and I felt th...t the sweat must be dripping off my hands and forming a puddle on the floor. But on the other hand, my cock couldn't possibly have gotten harder. As we stood there I could here people moving around behind us but I managed to avoid the temptation to turn around.It was only about a minute before Susan spoke again saying, "Before you turn around I. What could she do to make it up to him, for his father’s failure to be home to congratulate his son on a job well done. Maybe something appropriate to the course he got the A in. She asked the downcast kid, “What subject did you get the A in, Jeff honey?”“In Health Class, Mom.”“And what were you learning about in health?”“This semester we studied sex education!”“Well! No wonder you took an interest in your studies and got a good grade. So . . . an A in sex class - ehh? . . . Do you want to. And this fixation never faltered. As I grew older I continued to dream of her and, with the independence that came with moving out of my parents' house, began with come up with excuses to visit her. She lived about half an hour away from my university campus and was closer than my parents so I often went to hers for weekends or holidays.And so it was that I was round at hers one New Year's Eve. At the time I was 22 and she was 28. Her ex-boyfriend had recently moved out following an argument. I didn’t object or pull away as it found where it was seeking and felt very good as it slid inside me. I am married but it had been days of repressed desire. We were somewhat hidden behind my drawing board and I just held still as he moved a very few times before the hot spurts inside signaled his finish. I didn’t turn my head as he walked quietly away. I flashed on Erica Jong’s book, “Zipless Fuck”.My emotions were running rampant as my pussy dripped my own secretions as well as my recent.