When he returned she smiled up at him and as he leaned across to put the glass down she slowly crossed her legs, letting the thighs rub together slowl...y. He couldn’t help himself, she watched as his eyes caught the movement, and his glance snapped to her stocking tops and the milky white thigh revealed above. She thanked him, smiling straight into his eyes and his face reddened a touch before he too smiled and backed away. His eyes; she could see the desire in his eyes and it made her chest rise. But she wasn't being openly defiant, so Tom decided to move on."Anyway, as I was saying," he continued on, writing the limit equation on the whiteboard as he discussed the relationship between limits and derivatives. He could practically hear his students' eyes closing as he continued to lecture, and for the next 45 minutes he droned on to his silent and bored audience.As the lecture was wrapping up, Tom glanced around the room and noticed, as usual, that Jeffrey was fairly attentive. Though he. “Yeah, we ain’t had rain in a week. It’s drying out. But we had rain two days in a row and that stuff gets BAD. One of my guys walked out there and got stuck in a low spot. We had to retrieve ‘im with a cherry-picker.” (Author’s note: A cherry-picker, formally known as a hydraulic mobile crane, has a boom that can extend a good distance, the amount varying with the model)“Well, having gravel to stand on is a notable luxury,” I said.“Bill Carmody said to do it. Ain’t arguin’ with Bill.”Sunny. He turned me to face him. Our hard dicks pointed at one another he took mine in hand, whacked at it with his just to show me how much bigger his was. He pulled me into a kiss and stuck his dick between my thighs. I wanted him so bad but he pulled my head away by my hair. “Not yet,” he said, “you don’t deserve to cum just yet.” By the time we reached the bail of hay we were both almost completely dry, and my dick had gone soft but I had that need, that carnal need to be satisfied. And it was.