I told her sure as long as I had the knowledge no problem. She gave me her address and we made an appointment for the next Saturday. I arrived at her ...lace Saturday morning. I could see that she really needed my help. It was a small wood frame house with shutters hanging, stairs rotten, needed paint and that was before I ever got inside. I knocked on the front door and when the door opened all I could do was stammer. She was wearing cut off jeans that barely covered anything and a man’s work. She welcomed me in we were talking about different things while she continued to arrange her clothes. There was lot of clothes piled up on her bed. In between them I saw her bra lying there. I don’t know why I took that in hand.She saw her bra in my hand and tried to snatch it from me, she slipped and very next moment she on me on her bed. I was staring at her face, she was doing them. I don’t know how long we stared at each other. She was on top of me, my hands were on her waist, and we were. She didn’t flinch but held his gaze solidly and replied, “Certainly, Mr. Daniel Brown. It would be my pleasure.” Being called Mr. Daniel Brown by Janet Rivers made Daniel feel like a giant. The confidence it instilled in him was incredible and made him stand even straighter as he turned to follow Janet’s movements.Janet Rivers moved to one of the study tables just around the corner from the shower cubicle. She cleared it of books and stationery then climbed up and lay on her back. Janet then. He turned her around, now looking at each other's eyes. "God, you're so sexy."She loved hearing that from him, because she felt the same. They were about to reach their climaxes together."Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh, fuck, I'm about to come..." Then, all of a sudden...The alarm on Tammy Harris' iPhone went off waking her from her naughty slumber. She had a t-shirt and panties on. Those panties were now wet from that dream she had. She put her hand down her panties and fondled herself briefly, breathing.