John tried to concentrate on driving but his eyes kept glancing over. When he saw Thomas unbuttoning the front of Amy's dress, he almost ran off the r...ad. Then, he forced himself to keep his eyes on the road but he could tell from Amy's gasps that Thomas had his hand inside her dress.Fortunately, it was a short drive. As soon as John had the car in the driveway, he jumped out. The two men helped Amy up the sidewalk and steps. John fumbled with the keys as Thomas held Amy in an embrace again.The. I pounced on her, and pushed her backwards. I was soft, but I had big hands, and I wanted to get her off again. I started rubbing her clit gently. It was still wet and lubed from my eating her out. I slid a finger inside her, and began pumping her. I leaned down, and sucked one of those perky nipples into my mouth. Fuck, I loved her tits. I wasn't going to get over those. Anyway, I curled my finger, reaching for her G-spot when she said, "Give me more!" So I stuck in a second finger. She moaned. Somehow I've always had a built in mechanism that prevents me from being attracted to the young women in my classes, no matter how sexy they dress. Ever since my first year of teaching in grad school, the appearance of a woman in my class has automatically kicked on some sort of paternal or brotherly instinct switch in me. Even when I was only a couple of years older than these students, I couldn't date them because I felt like their big brother. Now, that I was 50 and recently widowed, this. I lay there like a sack of sand, enjoying the tactile sensations on my body, wishing for it to go on indefinitely.Rachel then moved up my body again, repeating the attention, covering spots she may have missed in the first pass. She reached my pink bikini panties and paused for a moment. “You of course can say no, but do you mind if I get you out of these? You'd be surprised how nice a massage on your glutes feels.” I thought about it for a moment, then silently lifted my hips off of the.