My breasts were crushed against the hard, sleek muscles of his chest and I could feel his intrusive bulge against my shorts. After long minutes of fie...ce kisses, he stopped abruptly. "You play...hm, dirty." I ignored his accusation and took his lips again, his hands quickly went under my top to unfasten my bra. He stood us up, took two steps and pushed me against the wall. He quickly removed what’s left of my clothes and tore the buttons from his linen shirt in his haste to feel his naked. His fingers and hands were lubed just enough to easily slide over my vein-etched cock, while still rough enough that the sensitive skin of my shaft felt every callous. Fuck!He continued jacking my cock with those long, smooth strokes, making sure he polished my knob with his cupped palm. He kept this up for at least twenty minutes, taking me to the edge more times than I could count. I'd never felt such exquisite torture before.And try as I might, I couldn't keep from making those little. Then you start pullingdown my zipper and you reach for my penis, which by thistime has already reached six inches. As you move yourfingers up and down it, I realize that it has never beenthis thick before, either. I'm used to it being a diameterof 1 1/2 to 2 inches, but now it's three full inches across."My turn", I say, and I bend down to reach under your skirt.I find your panties and begin touching the part of yourpanties that cover your labia with one hand. Wait a minute,I realize, as I look. I went through a lot of hell before I realized the sense it all made. I met a man, a single father of one of my students, whose daughter got through her challenges and is in college now. He came to thank me and we sort of hit it off. It's been 3 months now and he's got me jogging, exercising, and really taking care of myself again. I'm revitalized and don't spend my free time buried in a book or in front of the TV. You and I had a great run, but good seasons come to an end sometimes, and ours.