))You slam the door behind you and lean against it, staring into the middle-distance across your one-bedroom apartment. You can hear the melancholy sy...phony of the raindrops behind the door, occasionally accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder. You don’t bother taking off your coat, letting droplets of water drip onto the floor. You look at the clock mounted on the wall. It’s a quarter-past midnight but you aren’t tired at all, at least not in the sleepy way.You shuffle through the room. When I got there I stripped down and got in, enjoying the hot water compared to the cold wet clothes I had dropped in a pile on the floor. When I went to use the soap and shampoo I was a little confused because all I saw were feminine type products. Shrugging it off I used the soap and shampoo and enjoyed the flowery fragrance they left on me. When I finished I stepped out and dried myself off with the fluffy towel left for me. Looking around I finally noticed that the pile of clothes I had. 9. We shower together regularly. 10. We watch each other touch ourselves. At this one, she literally felt her stomach tighten. She had no idea if he masturbated, but she had been using the shower as her own personal play time for years. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sex with Jake, it was just…nice to have her orgasm her way and he wanted to watch this? 11. I lick you down there. 12. You suck me…down there. 13. Outside sex. 14. Go parking and make out. 15. Sex in different rooms of the house. ” “Well, I’ve never had one with a professor before.” I could see where I was being led. Why couldn’t someone so smart and attractive find someone of a suitable age for herself? Then I remembered the less than scintillating male faculty headquartered here in Wagner Hall. Pretty slim pickings. It seemed strange that this sophisticated Marilyn would pick me for a paramour – someone about seventeen years younger, with crummy clothes and also way overdue for a haircut. In addition, I wasn’t.