Well, as Asimov said, “I certainly refuse to change the story to suit their whims.” Fuck that.“Did you guys get your summer essay marked up as b...dly as I did?” I asked Desi, Beca, and Britt at lunch. “It will take me an hour just to read her notes. It’s only five paragraphs, for God’s sake.”“Ooh. She must really like you,” Beca said. “The only comment on mine was ‘Nice job.’”“I got a paragraph on the back about how I should better incorporate my Hispanic heritage in my writing and not try to. . the big question is..." His hands found her breasts and squeezed."Forgot your bra!" Didn't forget." She countered. "Thought you might like the change. You didn't even notice." Cause they are so firm and youthful. You can't tell without feeling them," he muttered, his hands busily fondling the treasures under her blouse. "God, these are soooooo nice to play with!" Oh, nice. The question is ... do I want to surprise you or should I let you watch me prepare for our 'date'? What do you. She stood up grabbing some tissue and handing my some to clean you myself. “Mmmm, I needed that so much. Thanks Jax!” “WOW, No Thank you Never had that happen to me before.” “Really Never?” “Nope.” “WOW, Would LOVE to keep doing it with you!” “Me too.” The bell rang I looked up almost everybody was gone I sat there gathering the story and saw Ms. Doe was walking towards me I smiled to her thinking if I should give her the story or just leave and throw it away. She reached my desk just as. ‘I’ve not had sex since my husband died,’ she said, gripping my cock a little harder. That little nugget of information made me hornier than normal. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,’ I said, intending to be anything but. I slid her beige knickers off, and she held her legs together, as if embarrassed. I pushed my hand between them, spreading them. Her bush was thick and greying. I stroked at her lips with my fingers, finding her dry. I raised my hand and licked my fingers, before resuming my.