We fell asleep watching TV and didn't turn out the light." Which I then did."We'll. go back to sleep. See you tomorrow night. We're leaving early, lik... six. You boys have a good day together." Thanks, Dad. G'night." Good night, guys."As Dad walked away, we both sighed with relief."That was close," I said. "Thank God he didn't come in." Yeah." He gave my dick a squeeze, and some left over sperm juice dripped out. He used that as lube and stroked me a few times. Then he surprised me by bending. "She gave a brief smile and said, "Okay. Wish me luck." You don't need it....but good luck."With that, I walked over to the bar. As if on cue, a pretty good looking man walked over to her from across the bar. He looked to be slightly younger than her but she looked so good for her age that it wouldn't really matter. I kept an eye on them as I continued to down more beers. Other than one moment about a minute in where she glanced over at me, this guy seemed to be doing a good job of keeping her. Over the next three years I would continue to have what I called my private lessons with Olivia. It wasn't every week, and it never felt needy. I had a few boyfriends in the interim, and near graduation I met the man who would become my husband. I was a bridesmaid when Charles Wood and Olivia Small became Smallwoods, and she held up one of the canopy poles at my wedding the week after I defended my dissertation.I only ever made love with her one more time after that, not counting the. I had signed up a class called Developmental Figure Studies because the girl I was engaged to was taking the class and she had talked me into it. It is amazing how naive you can be sometimes; I thought the class was going to be charcoal and pencil drawings of figures like bowls of fruit and vases and the like so image my surprise when a young woman wearing a bathrobe came into the room, dropped the robe, sat down in a chair and struck a pose. She was extremely attractive and I found myself.