Clarke," she said. "My name is Maureen as I'm sure you remember. We are, after all, colleagues now."It seemed strange to Alan to think of himself and ...rs. Clarke, no make that Maureen, as equals. Yet, that was exactly what they were. He might have moved away after college and was teaching in another town, but they were both doing the same thing."Can I get you a drink," Alan asked, still thinking it strange to be asking her a question like that."It's tempting," she replied, "but I was actually. ."I noticed a glisten starting to spread between her lips as one of her hands reached up to squeeze and tweak her nipple, the other hand sliding up and down her wetness.Still with cock in hand, she pulled me down onto her and quickly into her. What could I do but follow?I slid right into her without resistance. As we begin to seriously fuck I could feel the hands that were once on my back move down to my ass cheeks and begin to pull me into her. She didn't stop there. Her fingers and hands. Not exactly the same though. I had to remember their differences and acknowledge those too.Thinking of spankings, Celia seemed to enjoy hers maybe a bit too much. I’d have to be careful that she didn’t go overboard on her behavior just so that she earned more of them. How did she plan on dealing with all the extra time that I have to give Chandra because of her training? I hoped that it did not lead to undue jealousy or contention which could develop a rift between us.The snoring stopped and. ”“I can. Is it all right to give it away?”“Sure, but who in San Diego would want it?”“My son has a friend. He always speaks about how great Alabama was.”Hawk sighed at hearing ‘living in the past ‘Bama fans’ were here, even on the west coast, and answered, “Yes, I guess you can give it to him.”As Hawk removed everything down to a ‘Padre’s’ tee shirt, Raj asked, “If I not being too nosy, why are you wearing all those shirts?” Hawk chuckled as he explained the original purpose of using the.