"I opened the diary notebook we had been told to write our confessions into during orientation, and stared down at my girly scrawl. My pussy began to ...hrob in instant response to seeing those words and knowing I was going to relive the story again by reading it aloud. The panties in my low-slung jeans were wet and I could feel the material rubbing deliciously against my clit, wishing I could slide one hand down the front of my jeans and masturbate while I told my tale. I guess I was an. It has to be a mistake," he said to me."How would you solve it though if it's right?" I asked.I watched as he found another piece of paper and started solving theequation using his much higher level math knowledge he'd gained from hisphysics doctorate. "Well, this is the solution as written, but you can'tfully solve it either because of this," he pointed to errors. "Why don'tyou..." He walked me through what he had done to get to that point atleast and I copied it down. I understood how he did. It almost reached the backs of my knees, but I knew the chaps would cause it to rise a few inches. The chaps were easy to put on. They were nothing but a belt around my waist and a strap between my legs that met the belt in the back. The rest of the leather hung down my legs with a couple of straps to go around each thigh. That was it.I felt odd not wearing anything under the chaps. Even though I knew the apron covered me. I checked in the mirror again, just to be safe. Sure enough, between. “Why don’t you just discuss this with him? All he can say is no if it’s not his scene.”Felicity shrugged noncommittally.The subject was not discussed any further, much to Felicity’s relief. For Norbert, however, he was pleased that he had planted the seed.When they finally got to bed, Norbert leaned over and kissed her.Next, Norbert took hold of her hand and placed it on his erect cock.“Do you have any energy left after today?” Norbert suggestively asked.That night, the two of them had the best.