Around 9:00 on Monday morning, Aunt Mary came out to where I was waiting by my Harley. She looked like one of the women in the old pictures of people ...riding in a Model T. Aunt Mary had on this big wide brimmed hat tied down with a scarf and a long full skirt. I saw her and laughed until my sides hurt. I don’t think she understood what I found so funny. ‘Aunt Mary, that hat will last for about two minutes and that skirt will get caught in the wheels,’ I told her still laughing. ‘Why don’t you. However, Dr . Saxena was different. He loved nothing more than sharing his knowledge with these nubile minds that was uncluttered with the perverseness of the medical field. Bereft of all the layers of materialism and callousness that had seeped into the profession, here he could get back to his idealistic days and remind himself why he took up medicine in the first place. As he entered class today though things were different from what he had expected. Sitting right in the first row was this. She kept saying, 'harder, pinch them, pull them.'At the same time she was playing with herself and gave herself a thundering orgasm. One day she really shocked me when she told me that her husband John knew what we were doing. But he was fine with it as he knew he couldn't give her as much sex as she needed and he knew she wouldn't fall in love with me and leave him. All she had to do was tell him what we did. About a week before I went back to university she told me she was on a late shift. As I entered the bathhouse I saw guys cruising around and sitting on the benches with just their towels wrapped around them so I got the idea quickly on the proper attire and headed to my room to get naked, wrapped myself with a towel, and head out to inspect the club. I walked around to get the lay of the land and then saw a tiered room where several men were laying down. I thought I'd relax and lie down as well so I spread out my towel (my inhibitions were gone at this point) and lay down on.