When he first started rubbing my legs, he did it through my shorts, but after a bit, he grew bolder, and he started reaching his hand up my shorts to ...eel my smooth bare skin. He would do this when I was reading a book, or drawing, or while we ate together alone. I never stopped any of his advances, I would just smile at him. Frankly, I loved his touch. His huge warm hands felt so good rubbing and massaging my tiny legs and I always looked forward to his touch. He was always gentle. Sometimes. "That's not fair," he says."Firing me isn't fair. I'm a good teacher. I've been a good teacher." You're not a teacher. You're... " his voice drops to a whisper. "You'rea guy in a dress. A college kid. You're not her." That didn't matter until yesterday," I counter."It mattered when I found out. Yesterday was... a mistake." Wait," I say, uncrossing my legs and sitting forward. "You didn't findout yesterday?"He breaks eye contact again, looking around the office. Looking like anyof the countless. "Alex stopped sucking and squeaked. "Amy come down and help me babe."I suppose this was the moment. Past this point there was no going back. Shereached up and pulled firmly on my hand. "Come on babe don't make me do allthe work. It tastes great I promise." I relaxed and knelt down beside her.There it was staring me right in the face. He was big, quite a bit biggerthan me. Alex's hand was curled around it as she stroked him languidly. Herother arm circled my head and she kissed me her tongue. “Have you got the idea now?”“I’m not 100%sure” said the lad.“Hmmm! “ murmured Tom, “now, us old guys, when we want a bit of sexual relief go out to the copse of trees on top of the hill behind the village. In the middle there’s an old oak tree with a knot hole at just the right height, go up there where no one can see you and practice.”So, on his wedding night they went to the only place in the village, the local pub.Tom watched them climb the stairs thinking ‘I hope what I told him is.