“I am. And you must be Celine,” she said, walking over. The golden retriever followed at her heels, its tail wagging as she made her way over. “...his is Kevin.”“Your dog’s name is Kevin?”“I named him after my son-in-law,” she said with a chuckle. I cracked a smile.“Sorry about the parking situation,” she added. “No one really parks in that spot. Westley parks in his garage.”Westley. I tried not to laugh. Wes fit him like a glove, but Westley sounded posh and unfeeling.“It’s okay,” I said,. "He stops, stands behind me and turns me around. We are facing each other and he backs me up to the wall. He kisses me again and his tongue presses past my lips. I feel one of his hands glide to my neck and he gives it a quick squeeze, as his other hand slides down my body and begins rubbing my pussy. I moan loudly as he simultaneously chokes me a bit and teases my pussy lips. "You really like that don't you, the feeling of my hand on your neck, the control I have over you when I do that.. She smiled as she came in, then glanced down to my pants; I still had a hard-on. She just gave a little smile, and said, "Let's get to work, my pet." We worked again, this time on some trig problems I was working on, and again we broke after a couple of hours. And again she brought out two beers to share. "You know something Timmy, you are actually the best academic student I have ever had. I wonder if you could be the best at something else?" She smiled, and I smiled tentatively, liking the. He just came, that’s all.’ She looked back at me and smirked. ‘Oh.’ I watched her generous ass roll and jiggle beneath her short skirt as we went on down the aisle, and I wasn’t the only one. I was smiling, and I guess I looked pretty smug. It didn’t matter, though. No one on the plane was looking at me. We took a cab to the CURVY offices from the hotel, and the cabbie–a swarthy Middle Eastern type, big surprise–spent more time looking in his rearview mirror than at the road. I don’t think it.