Fred knew she had seen it. He had seen her eyes widen and then look thoughtful when it presented itself. Toward the end of the term, Sandy would give ... dreamy smile when he reacted to her flirts.She was not some teenager. This was an upper level course and she seemed to be a year or so older than the rest of the students. She must know that she was the one doing this to him.Now it was end of term. Now he was taking action; action that might be the end. His hope was that it would be a beginning.. Before she returned to the couch holding two wine-filled glasses, she turned on a CD of barely audible but beautiful music. The conversation and wine flowed for 45 minutes, and then Dennie slowly made her move.We were about a foot from each other on the couch and just finished sharing a laugh, when she took the back of her hand and gently caressed my cheek with it."You know your husband is really an ignorant ass. You are a very beautiful, fun, intelligent woman."All the beer and wine in DC. With that I felt something big pressing up against my ass and without warning it slid inside my stretching my ass to it's limits again and I could feel it getting deeper and deeper inside me and once the full lengh was in me Sarah released my head and I looked round to see her naked body pressed up against me wearing this huge black strap on and she had the biggest smile on her face and she told me that she had always wanted to do this to a guy but never had the chance and that she was going to. "One more thing," how do I reach you?" she asked."You have my email but I can give you my cell number," I suggested. I scribbled down the number of the current burn phone for Rose Seabold."Very well, I will call," she said."I know," I replied. I really was sure she would call when she was ready to paint. I had a couple of surprises from Joan Bradshaw. One was the fact that she had office hours on Saturday and the other that she was so fucking blunt with her critique. I left with the drawing.