The more she listened, the more Whitney thought she was going to like this class. She had always been fascinated by history. If things had gone differ...ntly in her life, she might have considered becoming a teacher herself.But as someone once said much better than she ever could, life was what happened when you were busy making other plans. Whitney had found herself pregnant the summer following high school graduation and back in those days, there was no consideration of not getting married. In. They feel so good in my hands, a perfect fit."Can you still stand it, not touching me?" I teasingly ask. I move to your side and swing one leg over you lap, so that I'm straddling you. Your arms are still behind the chair. But I notice that you are struggling. I can see the hunger in your eyes. My tongue slips out to wet my lips, your eyes follow the movement. I start kissing you and press my hips into your lap. Grinding my crotch against yours. I unhook my bra and let i fall down the floor. I. Yup, that’s what I’ll do. I had been wanting something to do and this project would serve to keep me out of pool halls and off street corners for a while. As a widower, I live alone, much to the despair of a couple of my daughters. It’s not enough that they have children of their own and even a grandchild, or two. Oh, no. Now, understand that I love them dearly but when you have a couple of middle aged, menopausal women trying to mother you, life sometimes sorta gets restrictive. I’m more the. She had black hair and eyes and had an athletic build. “Hey girls, my name’s Nikki, it’s nice to meet you all!” I was starting to hug them when the PA system in the camp started blaring, “First practice in fifteen minutes.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Blared Laylee. “I guess we better get ready.” I picked out a bunk and dropped my huge duffle on top and unzipped the long zipper to extract my spandex shorts, cleats, shin guards, sports bra, and jersey. I went into the adjoining bathroom while the.