I had helped him with some papers of his several semesters ago. He was always a gentleman, but clearly was interested in something else. I would alway... catch him staring at my breasts or placing a hand on my behind, if I would stumble in my heels. It was nice, and I became used to his touch. We never did anything that would be called sexual, but it would leave me stimulated. These kinds of interaction made the week go by a little faster.It was my time alone at home that would drag on. My. I could feel the lump of her boobs and it was driving me crazy. I knew this was the green signal and I started to massage her boobs. I could realize that her nipples were getting hard. I could feel the pointy ends of her rack. Her breathe started to get heavy.I then placed my hand under her ass and lifted her as I was sitting. I lifted her and made her sit on my lap. As I placed her on my lap she leaned forward towards me. Our faces got closer now. Her boobs were touching my chest. My hard cock. When I finally looked down at what she was doing,my cock was all shiny and glistening with my runny juices. She was milking me like an expert(I have know idea how I kept a straight face) and I honestly thought I was going to spray my load! But she knew how close I was getting and calmly just pinched the head of my cock between her finger and thumb until I had calmed myself down. Then she subtley drooled a great big handfull of her saliva and started all over again, now working over the full. You did very good. Why, the whole neighborhood is talking about what a big hero you are." I'm not a hero. I'm..." I started to argue."Now don't you go playing down what you did to me Tom King. Why, if what you did couldn't be called doing hero work, well then, I guess I don't know what real hero work is." She responded cutting my words off."If you say so, Juliet. Hey, maybe I should consider getting myself one of those tight shirts with a big 'S' on the front." I joked."There you go again.