I can have an orgasm just with my tits in hermouth. Becky could make me go crazy, cumming and cumming again.She moved her hand around my breast, deepl... caressing it.“Ahhhhh, that feels so good. If you keep it up, we are going to have topull over. I can’t drive and concentrate with you doing this.” I triedto play it off, but I was soaking wet and couldn’t wait to feel herfingers inside of me.“No, you keep driving.” She said as she grabbed my hair and slightlypulled it. She liked to be in control. You see, in physics we prefer to work with models. Not the curvy, soft, easy on the eyes types of models. We work on a simplified example that in many ways represents what is happening in the real world. It is that simplified model that is being discussed.’ ‘O.k. John, may I ask you another question?’ ‘Go for it, doc.’ ‘Let’s consider an experiment such as Galileo is said to perform at the tower in Pisa. He dropped two masses to prove that they would hit the ground at the same time. How does. Heather stood up and my eyes went involuntarily to her breasts. “Heather you remember Brad. And this is his lovely wife, Marissa”Heather stepped forward and offered her hand to my wife, completely comfortable with her nudity. “Pleased to meet you.” I don’t think that my eyes had left her breast, but I pulled them up as she turned to me and held out her hand. “It’s good to see you again Brad,” in her cute little girl voice.“It’s good to see you too.” I saw my wife look at me frowning and I. I had no idea how to respond, this was so completely outside my frame of reference, outside my vast male-female experience… driving a date to a movie in my dad’s wheat truck. Well, not counting my wife.In short, I was scared; scared for my job, scared for my marriage, but mostly scared of the girl in the room! And God, I wanted to stay! So I did what any twenty-six-year-old red-blooded coward would do, declined, but thanked her, then got up to leave.Her door was closed, obviously. I stopped to.