She was a tidy package that oozed sexual frenzy. I suspected if her late husband was swiving her a score of times each day, she would still have been ...eady for more.The rector proved to be a florid man of middle years with a huge belly and a too-small wig. His eyes were piggy and bloodshot; his breath rancid. I told him that I had met the Widow Pomeroy, and that she suggested he might be interested in some young girls I was bringing in from the farm country."Did she?" he said, inviting me in. I. Since it was a working day I managed to get corner seats for a flop Hindi movie with the theatre almost empty, that too in a closing down mall slowlyAnd I got closer to her and romantically handled her, holding her hands, rubbing, moving upwards. I turned towards her, held her face and looked deeply into her eyes and said that I wanted to kiss her. She never said a thing, but just stared back. I got my yes, since a lady at her position would feel guilty to say yes. I kissed like the first kiss. Jen, being younger than the other teachers and a lot more flexible about her lessons, took him on immediately. After almost a year now, she still enjoyed every session with Greg, in particular the light tone of their lessons and the change of playing Jackson Browne and Bruce Springsteen as opposed to Mozart and Bach. Greg was felled by her looks the moment she opened her door for their first meeting. Jen was younger than he’d imagined (his image of a piano teacher didn’t allow him to. She took my fingers and pushed them in her warm pussy. Damn this was a mind blowing turn on. I had to snap out of it and clear my head. I had to force myself off of her and let her sleep it off. -----I checked and she was still asleep. I picked up her camera and quick downloaded her pictures. I put every thing back and went in her bedroom and put the camera back on her bed, like it had never been moved. I waited until night and she went to bed. I had told Jodi earlier to come to my room later,.