“I see you over there with a coy little smile. So, what are you thinking about?” I continue looking at her. I’m trying to come up with a smart-...ass remark but for the life of me I’m having a brain fart so I just said, “Nothing much. Just… thinking about something earlier.”“And… what is that?” she says with a bit of flirtation with her eyebrows raised. Damn, she is persistent. Now, generally when someone keeps asking you questions like this you just tell them ‘NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS’. Sara had lost her husband suddenly 3 and a half years ago. A hereditary condition had claimed him. One minute he was alive and well, the next he was dead and gone. As far as their conversations indicated, Sara had not attempted nor had any interest in establishing a relationship with anyone else since then. Certainly she would in time, but the pain was apparently still too fresh. Their conversations as of late indicated that Sara was sexually frustrated. Even though she wasn’t ready for a. Reese pulled her close again and they picked up where they’d left off in the cab. Only now they were more adventurous with their hands. As they kissed they caressed each other’s bodies with an occasional hand making its way to Barbara’s breasts and ass. This continued for some time with Barbara’s excitement growing with each moment. “I’ll be right back,” Reese said, the bulge in his pants clearly showing his arousal. He headed off down the hallway. Barbara sipped at her wine and tried to steady. So at 2:00 when school ended, I went up to her room. I looked through the tiny window to see if anyone was inside. I saw that my real teacher had already left, so it was only going to be Ms. Clark and me. She was sitting at a long table near he back of the room, slightly bent over some papers. She was wearing a black blouse and a short skirt, and I stared at her exquisite legs for a moment, thinking. I had always fantasized about having an older woman, in her 20's or 30's even. I hated the way.