And the dog following her, licking her again, his tongue sliding over the teeth ... She pulls back again, laughing – then quickly running her tongue...over the teeth herself... “I wasn’t expecting that...” She says, looking back at the dog as he tries to follow her, wanting to lick her some more, his tongue flapping at the air between them as she turns away. “Oh hell, he’s chasing me ... Ha haa...”She turns back to him and wraps her arms around his neck again, almost a wrestling move, stopping. When I first met her I taught she was a college student who had freshly graduated and is on her first job but as we got acquainted I found out that she was married and has a kid. She was alone here and her husband was in India. She seemed like a family lady I had a lot of feelings for her and masturbated thinking about her. So I helped her with the job and she was very thankful, then I moved to another job but she would still text me now and then if she needed any help.One fine day I got a text. Her blouse was as he had guessed a slightly tight fit but without hisbreast forms it was just big enough to avoid the fear of ripping thestitching or losing a button. All the same, David was careful not tolift his arms too much and kept up careful feminine movements to avoidhis fear of leaving evidence of this illicit encounter.He had already noted the two vertical seams from the front view whichserved to nip the blouse to his waist, emphasising the light flare ofthe hem over her skirt and as. “Thanks. Take your time,” she says. “Is beer okay?” I call. “That’s perfect, thank you!” She responds. I re-enter the living room holding two ice cold beers. “Pizza is on its way,” I say as I sit next to her on the couch, handing her a bottle. She takes a long swig, eying me. “Great, I’m famished,” she says as she reaches to put her beer on the coffee table, while keeping eye contact with me. She places it on the edge and we both go for it as it starts to tip over, our hands collide against.