Mr. Rubin had succumbed to her strategy for his morning bliss. She let him suckle and play, the lavender pheromones subconsciously rousing the unwitti...g Mr. Rubin. The scent changed. The air smelled of poppy. Maureen rolled Mr. Rubin on his back and mounted his thighs cowgirl. She handled his growing erection and locked his gaze. She encouraged Mr. Rubin to join her in deep breaths. The floral stimulant gave both partners an opiate boost in heart rate. The better blood flow engorged Mr. Rubin’s. It was probably the best feeling I had received after India won the World Cup in 2011 in Wankhade Stadium, Mumbai. We continue our kiss for exact 13 minutes. It was 6’o clock when the bell rang. She knew her parents had come and was upset that we couldn’t continue further. I waved goodbye to her and left. I received a message on Whatsapp quoting “Best 13 minutes of my life”. I couldn’t wait to see her in college the next day.I tried sleeping that night but I couldn’t. Her smile kept flashing in. “So all he does with his life is get home from work and flop on the couch? Is he depressed Pam?” she asks. “Well he still goes to the gym early in the morning before work, so he does have that outlet. The endorphins are really good for him. I’m not sure if I’d call him depressed but, now that you mention it, I would say he’s stuck,” I reason. “The one good thing that has been happening is that we are getting closer. He’s really starting to talk to me on a deeper level, much more like a peer. We walked around a while,window shopping, and then we went to the food court, got some drinks and sat down. I nursed my soda AND the erection SHE HAD CAUSED ME TO HAVE! We sat there and watched the people go by, me hunched over trying to hide a certain protuberance, and she sitting back with her legs crossed chastely, ever so slightly pumping her foot and, I imagine clinching her legs together to stimulate that naked pussy. The place was pretty packed that night. It was a Friday night, and.