I fully intended to be depressed and in a bad mood.“What in god’s name are you doing here, Maria? Is that Gary trying to hide behind you?” I gro...wled at my colleague and friend. “Don’t you know it’s Friday night when young, randy people are off hitting the Honky-Tonks downtown and getting laid?”“Doc, you have been in such a bad mood all week since your woman went back to Chicago, that we decided that our good deed for the week would be to come out and keep you company!”Even as sour as I was. I was clear in my mind that I wanted to fuck him; to try another one. I was fairly sure that he would be expecting it. My game plan was simple. Just let him do what he wanted and hope he wanted to go far enough. I needn’t have been doubtful. This guy was very sure of himself and what he wanted. Two long kisses and his hand was on my tits. I let him go on them, rubbing and squeezing. He had his hand down my bra rubbing them. I decided to give him a strong come on by reaching. She had long brown hair, bright green eyes, and an average body. Her chest was not significantly large, her stomach not noticeably flat, nothing in particular stood out. But she had a raw natural beauty that she didn’t cover up with pounds of makeup, nor was she dressed like a slut like many of his female students (well maybe all of his female students). She had on a thin layer of eye liner that made her eyes pop, and he could tell she also had on chap stick because of the slight shin of her. My wife managed the Art Shopat our local museum, where Dora was a Docent and would often drop by tochat. They had a lot in common. Dora also didn't seem much interestedin sex. She didn't date that I ever noticed, or talk about men otherthan her ex-husband, whom she had left, as she said, for good andsufficient reasons she didn't find interesting enough to share. Wewere also childless. But then we'd only been married a few years, andI can't say we'd worked frenziedly at making babies. As.