The blaring music made conversation a little difficult, but a few drinks later we were merrily bellowing at each other the usual bollocks that is spok...n on such occasions. I was going easy on the lager this evening though, conscious as I was that this evening I was supposed to be being responsible. Mostly I was quiet, nursing a pint of beer in my right hand and helping Kat drink a succession of sugary cocktails through a straw with my left. Eventually one o’clock rolled around and the bar. She said that she had put her phone number into my phone if I ever needed anything more from her.Now I know that when I shook her hand when we first met something happened, but I was too worried about Amie that I dismissed it, but when she hugged Amie and then me and shook my hand I felt something much more than just concern about a student. Somehow she was feeling some of the same things I was, concerning her and I. I would definitely be calling Carol again.Maybe something could develop. I jerked harder and twisted my hand around the swelling head of my cock trying to get myself closer to orgasm so we could cum at the same time. I was close but I could tell Lindsay was closer. She opened her eyes and stared straight at me, "Stephen I love you so much." then she closed her eyes and threw her head back as her orgasm overtook her. She screamed out in pleasure and I noticed that she was squirting huge gushes as she came, it was flowing all over my feet. It was like a dream come. ~~The door opened and Mary Boyd walked in. “Peter, are you home? Something smells good.”“Hi, mom! I made dinner for us. Go get yourself comfortable and meet me in the kitchen.”“You’re such a good boy. I’m a little drunk. The boss splurged after work. I couldn’t pass up the champagne he was serving. I got a cab so I could partake in all the good booze.”“It’s okay mom. Just get yourself comfortable. I made dinner and later I thought I could give you a massage.”“A massage? How nice. I.