Toying with the idea in her mind, wondering if she’d even garner any attention from her son with all the young flesh on display, she again remembere... his nudity, and the nearness of his hard prick. Wondering if he was still, rampant, she casually made little wave motions with her hands, dropping them below the water line as she moved back and forth, eventually dropping her left hand much lower. Much lower. Until she brushed up against the head of his prick, confirming her suspicions. Pulling. In fact he had brought a couple of minor captured pirates to justice, but the stories of his exploits had become somewhat embellished by the time they traveled back to France and circulated around the court. Beaumont had certainly done nothing to disabuse people of their grandiose impressions, which made him quite popular with the ladies of the French nobility. Beaumont had had his sights set on the Duchess de Montfort since her husband, the Duke, had died in a riding accident les than two. But while Bob and Cecelia still spent time together outside of the classroom in that last week, there was less time to fool around. Their circumstances were a little different than would be usual for most teachers in their situation. There would be one more week of wrap-up after the students were gone. That would be for Bob's evaluation of Cecelia, and for her to write the reports required by the evaluation board back at her university. Because of the way things had worked out, once her student. She wanted him to go faster, but he proceeded very slow and even lightened his touch some. His finger slid into her dripping snatch, seeking more nectar to rub around her clit and it drove her crazy. She started playing with her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Her head rolled back and she moaned loudly, no longer caring at all about passing cars.He used two fingers to spread her pussy lips while his middle finger stroked her clit. All while never taking his eyes off the road or looking.