It hung down to her thighs, but it was easy to tell she was wearing no underwear. She gave me a hug and kiss on the neck and I took the liberty of rea...hing under her shift to grope her bare ass.She giggled as she pushed me away and led me through her back entryway into her kitchen. She immediately started talking 100 miles an hour about her plans for a redecoration and what robbers local contractors were. I just let her run through her usual “I’m not a nympho” displacement activity as I feasted. Being she is not a "morning person" I figured I wouldn't push the fact and suggested spending the time with a great breakfast overlooking the lake. The day played out beautifully, involving hiking, horseback riding and a secluded stroll to a back woods lake. Once there we were overcome with the desire to swim and both had our clothes off and jumped in the water as if we had read one another's mind. This trip so far was like something from a movie, nothing less than perfection. Time for. He had initially been oneof the best students in the class, but in recent times,he had been distracted. Not solely by his Math teacher,but mainly by her. If it wasn’t her tight white pants and tight tops, itwas her intoxicating perfume and extremely low cutblouses that somehow always ended up almost in hisface, when she was talking to him. Or it was her mostrecent and most disturbing tendency to wear extremelyshort, tight skirts and cross her legs in class. Itwasn’t only him who had. Harold was bound to find out sooner or later because I wasn't going to stop. That afternoon had shown me what a real fuck was like and I'd loved it and I wanted more. If it wasn't Al it was going to be somebody. Harold climbed on and poked his prick into me and then stopped and looked down at me. "Here it comes" I thought and got ready for the explosion. But it never came."Why are you so wet?"I don't know where the idea came from but I said, "I've been going to the doctor about a problem I've.