I agreed and from next day she also started to her tutions and i had to dedicate an extra hour for her after i had taught the two kids..slowly but sur...ly we became close and the next thing we knew we were good friends.. Sometimes i have seen hints of lust in her eyes while we are studying but didn’t took heed to that but then again she started to sit too close to me in pretense of understanding the topic and touch my hand and knee..they have a two storied house with a completely separate study. This story goes back as far as 31 years ago when I was 21, yes I know for you quantum mathematical geniuses that makes me 52 years old now. The following story is not an essay to be marked for spelling,grammer or content I make no excuses for my writing style so if you are one of those english literature swinging professor types please put these nouns and verbs in the correct order........yourself fuck go life a get and.Like i said this story goes back 31 years ago, back then i was 21 years old. I wasn’t an excessively sweaty person and I did use soap and deodorant, but today was a relatively warm day and my hoodie was made for chilly Midwestern springs, so the little spots were inevitable.Also, the touch and closeness of this random guy definitely drove my body temperature up.“You are Ms Wilkinson, aren’t you? Isobel Wilkinson? You were one of the suspects for a long time,” he said, and my heart stumbled, undecided whether I should be delighted that this handsome stranger knew my name. I was standing at the mail box when she followed the moving van into her drive. The elderly couple who used to live there had moved out several months ago, and this was my first view of our new neighbor. She stepped out of her Cadillac and took a look around the neighborhood. She saw me watching and waved. She was 5'6'' and every bit of 250, but it was all in her ass, thighs and tits. Around the middle she was just a little above average. Her boobs were monsters, at least 48DDs. She was a black.