I was divorced and feeling very inadequate and lonely. My son Josh, who was in college at this time, was a great comfort to me and spent a lot of time...with me. However, I still found myself feeling sad and lonely and would tear up easily whenever we talked about times past.Whenever I was blue, Josh would hold me and stoke my hair and assure me everything was going to be all right. During that time we became closer and more connected than I ever thought possible. We really enjoyed our evenings. Slowly I started pouring few oil drops on her legs and started rubbing it on her whitish silky long legs and massaging her below knees, then I applied oil on her upper thigh looking at which I had a real hardon and she was staying calm with her head down. Then I asked her to remove her top to give good massage on upper body which she readily agreed and removed her top exposing her bare back to me with just bra and panty on the body. I started massaging her back with both my hands applying a bit. My application had been little more than a self-dare.I thought it would be paradise, amid swarms of young ladies with sockstwo to three inches below the knees, and dresses ending six to nineinches above the knees. It sounded so very different from my dominantlymale undergraduate and post-graduate education environment.Wonderful as it sounded, it quickly became ho-hum -- even with theinevitable pretty young-girl crushes. Not to mention, once I beganteaching, I was caught up in the science. . "But, for a race like you ran last weekend, I'd really rather have Cumulus than Ringo, and Shadow instead of David, and I think John, instead of King." Why those dogs?" Mark wanted to know."Well, both King and David want to run fast, but they want to run too fast, and can wear themselves out," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Cumulus is a little better at following commands, I think."Mark shook his head. Once she had pointed it out, he knew she was right; he'd seen.