He was probably ten years older than either of us, tall, grey-haired, clean-shaven with honest blue eyes. He wore what looked like his best casual out...fit: dark blazer and pressed grey slacks, white shirt, no tie. He shook my hand firmly but with no air of presumption or forwardness: a manifestation of the courtesy that Teresa said was typical of the Helping Hands generation. When, though, I lowered my gaze and looked closely, I thought I could detect a telltale bulge. Maybe my imagination, or. We were coming home after Christmas I believe, so it was cold and snowy outside. We had a blanket in the backseat to cover up with to keep us warm. I decided this particular time to see if she would let me move her hand over to my crotch and she actually did. Mel jerked me off through my jeans for probably about an hour before we stopped to use a restroom. She had me all kinds of wet as pre-cum was just oozing out of my cock. If we had kept going for much longer she probably would have made me. "This is amazing," she said--her voice muffled from facing down into the bed. He didn't respond; he now moved down to her thighs. He rubbed her thighs down to her calves and then to her feet, at which point she giggled a bit from being ticklish.Bryan replied to this with: "My apologies, I'll stay higher up".Cassie giggled again and said, "Sorry! Yes let's stay higher so I don't end up kicking you!" and they both laughed simultaneously. Slowly but steadily, Bryan's hands stroked and squeezed. Montague considered his reply. He was a somewhat unusual student, having long adopted a practice of being candid with teachers. Years earlier he had had an exchange with Snape along the following lines:Snape: Mr. Montague, have you done your homework? You seem very ill-prepared for today's lesson.Montague (standing before replying): Sir, I did not do the homework, and I am unprepared.Snape (somewhat baffled): Surely you have an excuse of some kind.Montague: I have none, sir. I spent the evening.