’ Now I could really pound into her. With a leg on each shoulder, I leaned forward, palms on the hood as I screwed this fantastic blonde like there ...as no tomorrow. I had to finish this. I'm on a roll and I just can't stop. It's no longer in my hands. I can't stop even if I wanted to. All too soon, I felt my balls tightening up again. Fuck, I thought I'm fucking going to cum inside her again. Damn, that’s fucking great. Finally, her breathing was coming in gasps and she was beginning to show. ”“Bashful? When the kids find out what you’re teaching, the enrollment’ll double!”“You’re kidding me!”“No, Dr. Hollister. You’ve had greatness thrust upon you.”“I’m not wearing yellow stockings,” I said, showing that I recognized her Shakespeare allusion.“And there you are! You’re young, you’ve got a doctorate, you’re literate, and you’re celebrated for rescuing maidens. Right out of a bad romance.”“Sounds awful when you put it that way.”“You’re every suburban mother’s dream!”“That’s revolting!. “Just want to make sure you pace yourself, Rookie – we have a long week in front of us.” When we got to the room, I’m not sure why but I felt a little shy. I hadn’t shared a room with a guy since college and here I was with a complete stranger. Tom obviously didn’t have any qualms about it and he quickly stripped down to his boxers, grabbed his shaving kit and went into the bathroom. I could hear him brushing his teeth and using the toilet. When he came out, I have to admit I was a little. .we’re just helping you get out of your wet bathing suit baby. The trunks you had on were too small for your..um..your size sweetie. They were severely constricting and we we’re just making sure everything is healthy down there.” She ran her fingers through my hair with a soothing smile trying to reassure me everything was ok. “..Am..am I dreaming Mom?” I asked with a groggy moan, trying to give my mom an easy out. I did this in case it was awkward for us later, I could always just play the.