Mr. Chidly explained the various factors involved in determining the coefficient of friction. It basically was tension of two objects sliding over eac... other, with more pressure on the surfaces increasing the amount of friction between them. He also said that the roughness or texture of the objects influenced the frictional forces with rougher surfaces upping the amount friction. With a small laugh, our Physics teacher also added that lubrication such as water or sexual secretions tend to lower. She was married but was staying in a guesthouse as her family couldn’t shift with her.One evening, it got late in the office and all our teammates had left by then. I casually asked her, “Ma’am, now your guesthouse dinner time would be over”. She replied directly, “Are you trying to ask me out for dinner?”I was taken back and wanted to respond carefully. So I said, “It’s nothing like that. I was genuinely concerned”. She laughed out loud and said, “Don’t get tensed. We can go out for dinner if. She was at my front door by half past three. We were in my bedroom two minutes later after kissing deeply in the hall. Exchanging giggles and kissing more and more I had her top off and then her bra, then her knee high leather boots, then her jeans and then her knickers.Laying her down on the bed I stripped off in front of her and then smiled, one item of clothing left, my clingy lycra boxers, which I was straining out of with my hardening length.'Is that for me?' she asked, one fingernail. “I want to marry you.”She was speechless. “Don’t you love me?” he pressed.“Oh, I do,” she answered, kissing him on the lips.“I think this is all right if we’re going to be married.”She wasn’t sure what he meant by “this.” She thought about it as they kissed, he half on top of her, his fingers massaging her breasts, her twitching to feel better his hard penis pressing against her hip. “Well, yes,” she said. “I think it’s all right that we do this. As long as we don’t go any further,” she added.