"Two weeks," she mumbles."Two weeks? You're joking! You can't possibly..." We are certain," says Louise."I mean, who the hell's the father?" Then I re...member what Susan Dwyer toldme about the role of men in a kuzkardesh gara-dominated society and decideI'd rather not know. "Sorry, that can wait. Just tell me how much it hurts,Donna, and where."When she describes her symptoms, I relax a little. I've come across thiskind of thing before, albeit in a work of fiction, and there's every chanceit's. We are both married, both unhappy with our partners, she actually separated at the time.We chatted and chatted. I found myself falling for her all over again. I wanted to fuck her so, so bad but didn't think I had a chance. So I went to my motel room and masturbated just thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her. Just the thought of her sent my heart racing and my mind wandering everywhere. We both went our separate ways.Fast forward two months. I was in the area where she now lives. My. Big tits even at that age, big bum and always a slight belly that diet and exercise could never shift. Short cropped flaming red hair, and very pale, freckled skin. I smile as I look down at myself while typing, clad only in panties and an oversized tee shirt, I'm still the well rounded lass. I really prefer Rubensesque so there! We even managed to make sure our desks were always next to each other whichever classroom we were studying in.That day in early May was warm but overcast with dark. Before I could say anything she grabbed me and shoved me into a stall. I was too excited and surprised to question anything so I just went with it. She stared me in the eyes before turning around and pushing her ass into my crotch while taking my hands and placing them on her covered breasts. Good god they were the greatest things I’d ever felt. So soft and big, I squeezed them and moved them around. Pushing them together, up and down. I had no idea what I was doing, it was completely.