"You weren't born and bred in Gloucester, were you?" he asked Wendy over dinner in the kitchen one evening. "You've got a country burr."Wendy smiled. ...No," she answered. "My father is a farmer and it was one of his farmhands that got me pregnant. Dad sacked him which meant he wasn't going to stick by me and then Dad wanted to put me in a convent. I wasn't going to have that so did a runner to Gloucester. I stayed with a friend until I got the council flat and I only got that because I was. And what do you think youre doing, she teased me. Trying to get your button undone, I teased back by giving her such a vague answer. Well why would you want to do that, my wife answered with a wicked grin. Undo it and Ill show you, I reply with an equally playful smile. Okay than, she laughs at me and undoes her button for me. I instantly reach my hand underneath her jeans and under her panties and I start to rub her clit. Do you like that, I asked her playfully. Mhmmmm hmmm, she moaned. She knew she couldn't talk to him, she wouldn't know what to say and anyway she knew she would just hang up. So, maybe a text? Yes she thought, that was the obvious way forward. She took out her mobile phone and punched in his number, followed by a small text message. "Hi, We met in the pub last week. Monnie." She pressed the send button, her heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode. Monnie instantly regretted it, what was she thinking? She sat back in the car seat, waiting for. Submission time for odd semester. She never completed her assignments on time; she always used to be late. Result was that after complete evaluation she was failing in her term-work. I called her to my cabin after college instructional hours when only a few people were there in college. I explained her that I would be giving her low grades that could spell doom for her career because her marks were poor in my subject.Since it was final year she did not want me to fail her in viva and term-work..