Paul had taught undergrads and graduate students on his way up the ladder. He hadn't been very good. He didn't care if they understood the material or...not. He had learned it without help, why couldn't they. But he had seen good teachers. He saw how hard they had to work.Those who can't do, teach. Those who can't teach, teach teachers. Utter bullshit.Bad luck comes in bunches or maybe we make our luck. The second day back Paul heard the George James was going to kick his ass. George wasn't. An hour later she wasstill oohing and aweing as I now rubbed her belly and breasts. Myerection was pushing against my snug underwear."Lay down so I can check out your clothes," she command. I soon had mylegs un snapped and my onesie opened. She was rubbing my penis through"your pullups" as she called them. She took her time and looked into myeyes as I came."Wow not even a wet spot," she said as she fastened the onesie and did upthe snaps. She then scooted to the pillows next to me spread her. That's so good... oh my fucking god.." I let out. "mm.. you like that tight ass hole? Fuck me.. fuck it... fuck that tight ass hole with your big cock...." I grabbed his ass and hips and i started thrusting , digging my face into his neck, holding onto him as i started pounding him. Long deep strokes in his ass with my cock as he reached between his legs and stroked his own cock. "Yes... yes.... fuck yes.. fuck my ass.... oh fuck!!" he let out. I was pounding him so hard, spooning him and it. Dinner's ready." I said as I put the flowers into a vase with water.Devin and I sat at the kitchen table next to each other with our big bowls of spaghetti with melted parmesan and mozzarella cheeses on top. I poured the chilled merlot into our wine glasses. Devin took one bite of his spaghetti and he immediately loved it! I was already eating my spaghetti and garlic bread."I'm so glad you cooked all this. You know, my ex-wife could never cook. She's extremely domestically-challenged." He said.