Nothing unusual in that; it was an everyday happening. Except something was different on that day.I’d watched Melissa unhook her bra countless times...but this time — and I can’t explain why — I became acutely aware of her breasts and couldn’t take my eyes of them. They weren’t huge — I knew she was a 32B bra size — but I guess they looked larger on her slender body. Anyway, they stood firm and proud… and I suddenly had an incredible urge to fondle them and touch her perfect, puffy nipples. It. I heard the vehicle come to a stop."Do you need a ride, Lexsie?" Mr. Schaffer asked me. "Its awfully cold outside."Mr. Paxton Schaffer was my high school English teacher, he was pretty good looking. Mr. Schaffer was 32 years old and single. He was about 5'8" and 190lbs. I have had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. "I'd love one." I said. I got into Mr. Schaffer's pick up. His pick up smelled just like his amazing clogne. Since we both lived in the same apartment building, I didn't. Bringing them up to her nose, Hilde grinned and said, “They are pretty wet already, you naughty boy!”Then, with a nurse’s efficiency, she cleaned Martin up. She decided, however, that his still-wet pants should stay lowered. With his cock airing and on show, Hilde bent over it for a quick, loving kiss.Now it was dark country outside; the street lights were gone. Hilde and Martin had cuddled up in what seemed like satisfied affection. Without the raw lust of before, Hilde kissed him now in a. Rubbing muscles soundlessly, you could feel yourself relaxing into a nice back rub – just enough pressure, no nails, just fingertips and the occasional palm, rubbing what could only be oil into your skin. Muscles being kneaded, and soothed, your mind drifting. The background noise faded away, and you could hear her breathe, slow and deep.Her fingertips gathered skin, and pushed it away, then back, dancing over muscles. Lower and lower, her fingers rubbed and stroked flesh. Your eyes closed,.