It had been papered, but she wanted it just painted. I explained what was required, and the stuff she needed. I also offered her the use of my decorat...ng tools, which she accepted.Later that day, Tracey knocked on the door, and explained that she was having a problem in getting the paper off the walls. I went round with her, and started to show her what to do. She offered me a coffee, and I carried on taking the paper off.She returned and told me a sit down and watch her work, so that I could. She got into it pretty quick, though. She cupped her big tits and squeezed them for me, forcing her long, erect nipples through the slits in the bra. She began swaying and making her tits jiggle and bounce provocatively for my viewing pleasure. Next she moved a hand down to her pussy and began slipping it in and out of the slippery hole, making wet, sloshing noises.“Do you like what you see, Ross? Do I look dirty and slutty enough for you?”“Ummmm! Carole that looks so nasty, so slutty.”With my. “Hey Elephant,” I said cheerily looking up at him.“God damn Mrs. Reynolds, not you too,” he said.“Ok, ok sorry Henry, hi.”“John told me to meet him here, can I come in?”“Sure come in, but John isn’t here,” I said. He smiled mysteriously at my response and said, “It’s alright, you can keep me company.”Henry was my son’s best friend. He was more like a big brother to him, Henry being a senior and Jason a sophomore. Henry used to bully Jason when he started high school, but I arranged a meeting. .. that. Not that there would be anything wrong with it.”“Would you and your mom?” I asked.“Well, no, she's old,” Samantha said, blanching. “But your mom's one of sexiest professor at our college. I mean, I would...” She cleared her throat. “I mean, I wouldn't do anything with her, but futas talk. You know?”I shrugged.We rounded a corner. And there it was. Room 119. My stomach tightened up as we passed other classes in the science department. My heart beat faster and faster. What if my mom.