I could tell she was both trying to learn and also impress her teacher."Let's go find the shut off Barb, is it okay if I call you Barb or is it Barbar...?" Barbs fine. It's in the basement." It usually is."She giggled a little as we made our way to the basement. "Can I ask you something?" Of course." I don't want to be rude, its just that. Well.."Now I was intrigued, "It's alright, ask away." Well your beard is so gray but you don't look very old." she paused and kind of caught her breath. "How. In early July we had a series of arguments and split up for a few days. Our love is intense and passionate so the fighting didn't last long and we quickly reunited. It was mainly my fault and i encouraged her to go out and have a good weekend while i worked abroad on the weekend and blow away some of the stress i had caused with the split.When i got back from my work excursion and saw my girl again everything felt good maybe even better than before. I asked how her weekend went and what she got. I was expecting a man in his late forties or early fifties. Instead, this was a man in his late twenties or early thirties. He was tall at about six foot 3 and seemed to be well built. He was wearing a light gray silk suit that was clearly tailor made for him and he’d dressed it up with a much darker gray shirt and a canary yellow tie. All in all, he was the perfect image of a man who’d achieved wealth and stature. This was not a man who appeared to require my services. This image was further. I grinned, and gave those breasts of hers a good, long, slow squeeze, Priscilla made a moaning, groaning, approving noise that was encouraging to say the least, so I leaned down a little and kissed her on the neck, just beneath the corner of her jaw. To my surprise, Priscilla reached back and ran her nails along my leg, less surprising was the fact that her nails were razor-sharp. I made a careful note of this – those ‘claws’ could come into play later, especially if I didn’t watch my step..