I kept noticing him in the corner of my eye eyeing off my smooth legs and inner thighs. It turned me on thinking about him checking me out and wanting...my body. I started to become wet myself in desire of thinking about him shoving his cock inside of me but I knew it could never happen. As sexy as he was he was so serious all the time and always wanting to be ‘professional’. He had never been the kind of teacher you just have casual conversations with or make jokes with. I sat down myself from. The party was supposed to start at nine that night, but Ari had told me not to bother showing up before eleven unless I wanted to be bored. Something about Hollywood Time.The house was one of those you see in the movies, a palatial mansion in the hills overlooking Los Angeles with a spectacular view of the city. It was lit up like the fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one. The property was walled and the entrance was a set of huge wrought-iron gates that were manned by two men in red. ”“But nothing happened between you and your friend, you told me that.” Had she lied to me? Was I really not my father’s son?“Nothing did happen – that’s not what I’m ashamed of.” I could see tears in her eyes. “I’m ashamed that for so long I did nothing about your father’s violence towards you. I should have stopped it when it started. Before it started.” She slowly toppled forward on to her arms, sobbing. This was a totally different mother to the somewhat distant, intensely intellectual. We chatted for the ten minute ride to her house and I helped carry her bags in for her, where have you been I said , no contact , no phone ,call nothing, Lost your number she said and been a bit busy< we sat down on the sofa and began to relive our old meetings and things we used to do, do you remember when you first got your tits out I told her and let me have a good feel of them< that was a good few years ago and Im getting to old for all that now I m 79 now and I think my days of fun are.