Prof Dean chuckled a bit, “Are you OK Harry, I had to ask you this more often, lately, no you are not leaving”. The last words were barely heard b...y Harry but still it sent shivers up his spine. “I had asked you to be here for a reason”. These words were said much louder. Prof’s fingers mildly combed through his salt and pepper hair. He had a very lusty look in his eyes. He got up from his seat, reached and placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder. An uncertainty was written on his face. He was. That was another thing I liked about him, he could keep going. Well it didn’t take long as he started tensing up again, when we heard some people talking around the corner. Startled he jerked out just has he began spewing his globs of gunk out, which hit in my face neck, and on my top, and a little on my tummy, our shirt are midriffs. Then the voices faded out, and he tucked his dick back in pants. “Uh sorry bout that babe, I have to get back now.” I leaned forward for a kiss, but he. .” she was on phone finally, but sounding as if she was woken up from deep sleep.“Not outside, I am downstairs. But madam, why are you sleeping till so late? It’s 12:45, don’t we have a lot to do?” I replied in haste.“Don’t worry, come up. I will explain,” she said and disconnected.I finished my smoko and went up. Sana opened the door and after letting me in, she began ambling towards her bedroom again.Taking off my shoes, I ogled at her ass which was swaying in all directions as she was. Tizzy wondered at moral values in these Southern States. No education, that's what it was. Coloured girls were just not behaving as they should. No wonder it was known that white men in the south treated women of colour so badly. Tizzy took her glass of soda and sat on a stool by a table as far from the bar and as close to the door as she could.As she sat perched on the stool, crossing her legs so that her dress was raised above her ankles, showing the white stockings she'd so recently bought,.