Your records say you are, but a wanted confirmation from you, first.”Matthew wrinkled his brow. “I’m not in trouble, am I? Except for my grade,�...� he said sheepishly. “Because I really haven’t done anything, not that I know about.”Mr. Quinn closed Matthew’s student folder and clasped his hands atop it. “You’re not in any trouble, Matthew. How would you like to see an A on your next test, and every one after that? I can’t do anything about your present grade; what’s done is done,” he apologized,. ‘Thank-you.’ Mary took the proffered glass. In contrast to her husband’s dark silk dressing gown, she noticed that Mrs Bisset was wearing a white and gold creation that was so sheer it flowed over her like water. ‘What a beautiful robe Candice.’The older woman smiled her thanks and taking her hand escorted her over to the balcony rail. Below and to their right Mary could see the edge of the terrace where they had dined, but it was the breath-taking view across the Bay of Nice that took the eye.. "I have someone."She turned to me, her eyes wide with interest."His name is Matthew."**Matthew was a 38 year old stockbroker I met at a work function. He was suave,quite handsome, and had been courting me for 3 weeks. We'd made love once andhe was inadequate in bed (and disappointing in size), but he had great eyes,and I loved the way he breathed hard when I got him turned on.He also had a sense of adventure about him. But, he was still disgustinglyarrogant, and sometimes condescending toward. Caressing them gently with his hands, feeling the weight of them, rubbing his thumbs over the proud and erect nipples. He kissed them all over, taking care not to miss an inch of these beautiful offerings. With the tip of his outstretched tongue, he began to lick and tease her dark buds, then sucking them into his mouth, biting gently with his teeth and top lip. He would do nothing to damage these breasts that even a goddess would envy. But then this woman was so like a goddess descended from.