We sounded more and more like an old married couple, but in our case we weren’t married to each other and laughed at the utter normalcy of the conve...sation. I let her go up the stairs ahead of me, loving the sway of her narrow rounded butt so sweet a vision to my gaze. We walked in to the studio and she saw the changes I had fashioned for our moment of remembrance. Her eyes sparkled as she turned to face me, her hand slipped around my neck to the nape and pulled me closer. Again our lips met. I did slip a note into the Zürich banks' computers to the effect that "I" (the owner) would be drawing on the account(s) from time to time; that was backdated about a decade. The trickiest part of the whole credit card operation was dealing with the unending reams of junk mail that the card issuer wanted to send me. To solve that problem, I gave them an overseas address and I turned off the indicators to send mail. Computers systems are reliable and friendly (at least to me), but marketers are. My dick warred against my panties while my pussy grew wetter and wetter.Cheeks burning, I threw myself at the newest rack and started browsing, hoping my erection would go down while I fought the urge to offer my services to my former teacher. I wrenched through the hanging clothes, my heart racing.This couldn’t become my life. I couldn’t succumb to such perversion.After about a half hour, my erection was still painfully trapped in my panties, my futa-dick now thoroughly soaked in my sweet. "Whip it out," I said awkwardly, regretting the words as soon as I spoke them. Despite the understanding we had come to, the exchange still felt too weird.He stripped off his pants, this time leaving his t-shirt on. "I won't try and tell you how to do it this time. So you play around and have fun with it and I'll just go along for the ride, okay? Or do you want me to tell you to do stuff?" He asked.I thought about it for a moment. I didn't know how I felt about being told what to do, but at the.