I thought a 60 year old man should know where it is. He was still poking me all over the place. I thought if he kept stabbing away like that he'd even...ually get lucky."You might have to put it in for him." I whispered to Ken, who was kneeling right in front of me now.Ken's face broke into a huge grin and he leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips. A quick, emphatic kiss."You are such a fucking treasure." He said as emphatically as he had just kissed me."Ow." I cried out as I felt Gerry's. “Uh, yeah, I didn’t think that was a good idea,” Phil admitted. “Once I talked to her a little bit, the aura of perfection was gone. It was sort of like you. When I saw you walking into the orientation you were like this unattainable goddess. Then you sat beside me and we talked. You were still a goddess but I came to think that you were not some impossible dream. I was wrong, of course, but it wasn’t because of some measure of perfection. It was the same with Courtney. Once she knocked on my. Denning asked looking straight into my eyes. Forgetting everything, and crossing all the lines, I leaned over Mr. Denning and kissed him. “What are you doing, Lily? Look I’m not that kind of teacher who gives good grades in exchange of…” Mr. Denning said, “And you are a brilliant student, you don’t need to act like this.” “I don’t want anything in return,” I said, “I like you,” and I again leaned over him to kiss him. He again tried to push me away, but I grabbed onto his shirt very tightly. I. It sounded like a week of romantic sex that we never got to do because of our hectic lives. I was still an attractive woman about 32 with a thin size one waist that made my 34c breast stand out in a crowed. Shoulder length brunet hair that I usually keep in a pony tail. A nice wholesome face with baby blues that made guys blush when I caught them staring. “I was a great catch” is what my husband always told me…. He wisent much to look at but he had the hart of a loin. A middle age looking man..