I raised his right hand and put it on my panties. He left his hand there. I spread my legs a little. When I did, his hand fell between my legs. I took...a hold of his hand and pressed it against my panties. My sons hand was now on my pantie covered pussy. I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted more. When I removed my hand, he left his hand on me. He wasn't moving it around or anything. He was just letting his hands rest on my pussy. I waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing. Maybe. Nigel nearly fainted at the sight of Nichole, she lookedbeautiful. Alex gave him a quick, "Better get a big stick, you willneed it to keep the suitors away" which got him blushing at thethought. The group was overdressed for the museum but it was fun tothem to be dressed up for such a simple thing as viewing galleries ofart.Inside the museum, they were met with a bad sight. Mr. Essex, thedisgraced soon-to-be ex-teacher, was leading Nichole's formerclassmates through the museum. He was loudly. "I felt embarrassed to have not asked earlier, but her cute smile made me smile and I couldn't resist kissing her again. Half an hour later she was riding my revived manhood to two more orgasms before I deposited another cream coat to her uterine walls.After that day I gave her my work and school schedule, and almost every day she would come by when I got done work and we would walk home, hand in hand, to her tiny apartment where we would fuck like bunnies for the next hour. A few weeks later. We began to discuss our favorite brands of beer. As it turned out we had remarkably identical favorites with only a few exceptions. We then eased into a comfortable conversation sharing stories about our lives. We talked about college, and it was then, and only then, that I pondered the fact that he was eight years older than I. It was easy to move past since our conversations came so easily.My first and second drink went down fast as I sipped while we conversed. The game continued on the TV,.