It wasn’t just the modeling, it was the lifestyle. And while it was something she had gone through, she had put that behind herself oh-so-long-ago. ...he experience, along with burying it deep inside, was a factor in her success as a Professor, and now, all that was thrown into turmoil. But for the moment, just this weekend, just this once, she decided to let it out again, and explore.For the moment, Stacey allowed herself to enjoy having This Man, who was a younger man, and not a bad looking one. I looked into her eyes and it was at that precise moment I knew that I was ‘in like flint’ as the old saying goes; she was mine to have. And oh, how I wanted her; how I wanted to drive my cock into my sweet mom. “We both overslept, you’d better hurry.” She twirled around and briskly walked away. I followed her with the sole aim of looking up her ass as she climbed the stairs. “And in case you’re wondering, I am wearing Friday.”She bounded up the stairs like a sprightly filly and I. It was Manjula’s turn and we were in the habit of replenishing cash after lunch, when there was a lean period of customer rush at the ATM, since it would take at least 15 to 30 minutes. The routine was going on as usual and one day I noticed that Manjula had come in a very attractive saree. She was wearing a low cut blouse and was a cynosure of all eyes at the counter. We went to the ATM room as usual and I could feel a difference, since she had a perfume on her. My sexual senses were kindled. For example, it's early morning, still in bed, our door ajar enough for Lisa to be able to see my erect cock exposed out of the duvet as I sleep. Or I would be out of the shower, towelling off etc. GF would be downstairs or elsewhere and I would hear Lisa pottering around in her heels in her bedroom. She would exit her room and either go in to the bathroom or go down the stairs. I could never see her face! When she opens the door of her room, I can see that the light from her window illuminates.