Baird. Robert isn't it?" Yes ma'am but Bob is what most people call me." Bob it is then. Look Mr... Bob I have a bit of a problem and I was thinking t...at maybe you could help me out." Ah sure, I guess. What can I do Mrs. Redgrave?" Bob, when we're alone like this please feel free to call me Robin. Anyway back to my problem, all I teach is freshman and sophomore classes and I really need somebody a bit mature to help out, a senior like yourself perhaps." Yes ma'am... Robin. What for?" Well I. I have to admit that what shot through my mind at that point and moment was just how tasty that pussy of hers would be. Really thinking more in the lines of just how good it tasted to a man in my thoughts.Oh I was having thoughts about her and I together oh yes I indeed was at that moment thinking of that. What would it be like to kiss another woman? To feel her in a sexual way? To make love to, and be loved to by another woman?My mind instantly closed that matter out completely as I guiltingly. Let us not bore ourselves with the submitted pervy poems and witterings that the amateur poets desperately offered, as I’m sure we can all write our own very successfully. But the winner was a real cougar of a woman. In her late forties, this honey blonde (not her own colour) trollop had sexy curves in all the right places (she had those because she had a fantastic surgeon), and she could eat men for breakfast. And all day, actually, if they had the staying power (which, after ten minutes with. By Now I was bursting out of my boxer shorts. I opened my eyes to inspect the knickers further. I was thrilled to see a couple of aunties dark pubic hairs in amoungst the fibers. I couldn’t control myself anymore and pulled down my boxer shorts and put Aunties dirty knickers around my hard cock. I pulled my cock three times and I exploded with one of the most f***eful orgasms of my life. My spunk was flying everywhere. Some of it had gone on the knickers.I rolled the knickers up and put them.