"Sure," I said and scooted closer to her laptop to see the project."Nope, it's in the darkroom." She laughed. "Mrs. Wilkinson wanted it done just righ.... To her, that means using film and developing it the old-fashioned way."She turned to the three girls at the computers and said, "I'm going to show Professor Davis the Wilkinson project, in case anyone is looking for me."The students all acknowledged her and she got up and headed toward the darkroom door."Okay," she began, "the first thing you. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing very deeply. When I got to where her top met her pants, I slipped my hand underneath and started to massage her bare skin. I held my breath expecting her to stop me but there was no response. Feeling bolder I massaged up further under her top and felt her bra strap. I continued up to her shoulders and rubbed her tight muscles there. I was having trouble getting all around her shoulder area and suggested a change.“Why don’t you take your top off so I can. " She sounded sad, and I held her hand and gently brushed my finger across her smooth skin.We talked, or rather, I encouraged her to do the talking, and she rambled about her life and marriage, Brian growing up without a strong father figure, and the dynamics that led to her picking up and moving to Branson."I don't know what to do now that the bank job is gone..." She was hurting, so I threw her a lifeline."I don't think you need to worry about doing much of anything." She gave me a sidelong. You feel the oil fall into your sex as your eyes come open as I drip the lotoin on you. You look into my eyes as if for approval. Then you open your thighs as your hand moves between them.The air fills with the scent of your arousal as you massage the lotoin into your sex, I watch as you lose yourself in the feelings, As your hips start to move into your hand and you bite your lip in your need.Just as you feel unable to care as the feelings start to become to much and you start to fall. You.