Jenny tapped my hard bare bottom with the gym slipper, and then wallop! I gasped with surprise and pain. This continued with Jenny whacking my bottom ...hile clamping my cock between her thighs. By about by 12 I’d had enough, though my cock had certainly enjoyed himself. I stood up and Jenny wanked my cock some more, before heading over to the settee.Jenny lifted her skirt, sat down and spread her legs. She ordered me to lick her cunt out, which I did after pulling her satin panties to one side.. At a more sedate pace, she walked across the flagstones that led to the front door, and went inside.John wasn't pacing. He wasn't agitated.He was sitting in his chair, watching the tube, drinking his third beer."I'm home," she called out."'kay," he responded, not looking her way.She got the pen and pad they used to make a grocery list on and took it outside. She handed it to him without comment.He wrote, and when he returned it, she saw he'd put his address on it too."If you're out for a run. I was consumed by lust and had to see more. "Take the bra off," I snapped her. I got back a picture of her holding her bra by just a strap. It was beyond sexy. She teased me with bra and underwear snaps for a few more days before breaking down and showing me her breasts. They were perfect. I would send her pictures of my rock hard member and soon we were describing in detail what we wanted to do to each other. We had remained professional at work, flirting only in private moments, but we knew. She took a seat several stools down the bar from the students.“Well, if it isn’t Beatrice Evans, my friend; I guess I’m still that, even though I haven’t seen you in months,” I said.“You guess?” she said.“I’m sure you know that I know you know,” I said. She looked me straight in the eyes. This is one friend that I didn’t cotton to losing in spite of everything.“Yes,” she said. “I know your situation. It’s real bad. I cannot imagine how that must affect you.”“Yeah, well that’s for sure. Nobody.