Her bedroom was smaller than her office, with a tall bed at the center, a simple dresser and more potpourri filled bowls. Conner didn’t stay in the...re for long, not the way he felt her bright eyes nervously glaring. He asked a few more questions, wondering how he was supposed to work and when, not wanting to disturb her. He had expected her to be hiding downstairs now that he would be working upstairs, and was curious to see how this would work, but she simply told him he could start whenever. At eight o'clock, Saturday morning, my doorbell rang, interrupting my breakfast. Only in my robe, I answered the door to see Nanci standing there with a tear-streaked face. "Nanci? What's wrong?" "Oh, Professor! Please! I'm so sorry!" "Come in. Now, sorry for what?" I asked, as I closed the door. "Sorry for whatever I did, that you don't want to tutor me anymore!" "Nanci, Dear, you didn't do anything. I just think you're capable of doing good work on your own." "Don't you like me, anymore?". Quickly I lifted my hand from her mouth and began thrusting deep and hard into her wet warm pussy again."Oh yes, yes keep doing that! keep fucking me just like that!" she groaned bending over and holding onto the sink.I pumped my cock in and out of her tight little pussy for several hot brilliant minutes letting her feel my entire length deep inside of her several times, and making her groan so loudly I was sure we were going to be heard, then as I plunged harder and harder into her she began. Stella, while not super-hot, was very pretty, with long dirty-blonde hair down to her shoulder blades. This wasn’t “Hooters,” just your friendly neighborhood bowling alley with some pool tables, so her body wasn’t exactly on display, but she definitely filled out her uniform T-shirt well. She had a small nose stud, which isn’t normally my thing, but on her it worked.“So what if I did?” I answered after a brief pause.“Go for it!” she said and went bouncing off to pick up an order.I was stunned..