" Your hair and make-up are different... It's your eyes." She's looking at me unashamedly – dreamily, even: "Pools of absinthe. Are they all you? Le...nses?" Pure genetics." Lucky-gorgeous-you." "Thanks." You look older too." I cringe at the word. Older!She sees her words have cut, says. "Sorry, I meant in a good way. Like a writer should look: experienced and wise. Still beautiful, though." Did you like 'the book?" I feel I have to ask, only polite. Readers expect it."Oh no, sorry, I've not read. "Tell you what, you make me happy and take a couple of bites,"she encouraged, "I'll toss whatever you can't eat away." "Make you happy huh, will that really make you happy?" Gary askedeyeing the meal with grave suspicion."Truth?" Michelle asked"I already know the truth," Gary said glumly."Fine then, eat something anyway and I'll pretend to be happy. Can youdo that for me?" she asked, returning to her unseen spot in thekitchen."I guess I can try." Gary picked up a piece of buttered toast. I slid my hand up and realized she wasn't wearing panties. Her muddy was wet so I rubbed her clot a bit and the slid my finger into her. She reached over and rubbed my by now hard cock. Her husband asked if I wanted to follow them home. Well they only lived about 15 minutes from the bar. We sat on the couch and I made out with her while playing with her really nice but not huge tits. She had nipples that looked like strawberries and were rock hard after I sucked on both of them. Her husband had. ‘You’re welcome,’ she says brightly, seemingly oblivious to my discomfort. ‘The dean showed me where the cafeteria is, but I’ve forgotten,’ she continues. ‘Can I walk with you?’ ‘Sure, I guess.’ I turn to lead her out of the classroom, and waiting outside of the door is Jason, his varsity jacket left undone despite the chill of the hallway. His smell is acidic, the salty tang of boy sweat. ‘The new girl,’ he says, addressing her with a wide, easygoing grin. She smiles in return, and I’m.