He sat down in the reserved seat, after gently removing my purse and dropping it on the small oak table between our chairs. He gave me a innocent look...like nothing happened today. I shook my head in disapproval. A look he knew so well and relished in. He loved to be the naughty boy, and me the instrument for his mischief. He was so damn cute, and I had to resist the urge to leap over the table and straddle him. I stood up and walked slowly over to his side, and bent down, almost kneeling and. She rarely learned their names, but she always enjoyed watching them get caught up in the assignment. Most were a photocopy of the boy she’s just worked with: short of 20, slightly geeky, skinny and boyish. Apparently the American perverts loved the mother-son angle, so they wanted very matronly women with very juvenile boys. She would always be the seductress and the teacher, and the boys always the seduced and the student. The remarkable thing was the Olga had never had so much satisfying sex. “Well... with all respect to you and your lovely Slut of a wife, I’ve never seen anything like it,” she replied, the tone of her voice making it clear she wasn’t exaggerating. “She put up a bit of resistance but Steve’s very good at overcoming that as you well know.” Having watched him effortlessly and efficiently seduce my own wife, I did indeed know how persuasive Steve could be. “Go on,” I pleaded then added hastily, “if you’re happy to of course!” There was a pause at the other end of the. His eyes told her he liked looking at her. His manner made it clear he recognized her gender on a regular basis. He didn’t quite ogle her, but at the same time when she felt his eyes on her, she felt like a girl who bought a bikini, not realizing how very small it was until she wore it to the pool.As for Bob as a man ... that was complicated. He was older, old enough to be her uncle, but she couldn’t think of him that way.First of all if she thought “Uncle” in front of his name, she also.