I sat down next to her and talked while Suzanne listened.I told her what was going on at school, how the Colonel was treating me, the strange collecti...on of 'misfits' in room Four C, my suspicion that our tuition was being funded by someone other than a blood relative and my disappointment at being assigned to practice with the junior varsity. I even told her about the Marcie Cochran rule and the elaborate plan Spence and I had cooked up to change the rule.Telling Suzanne about the Marcie. She opened each bottle with onehand whilst still moving her hands over the curves of me bottom.She thenput the cucumber in my hand and told me hon pour plenty of each the oiland vanilla extract over it here at the sink.Doesn't it smell so sweetbaby.Then she took it out of my hand and put it up to my bum and inbetween,I started to pant a bit.She lent a hand to my back and eased meforward so as I was bent forward a little and eased the cucumber into me - oh oh oh what am I ,I'm here in nylons. ”“OK. I’m off to lunch and then back on campus to rescue maidens.” She laughed.Back at the Research School of Biology, Jane greeted me with “Lo! The conquering hero!”“Very funny.”“Bashful? When the kids find out what you’re teaching, the enrollment’ll double!”“You’re kidding me!”“No, Dr. Hollister. You’ve had greatness thrust upon you.”“I’m not wearing yellow stockings,” I said, showing that I recognized her Shakespeare allusion.“And there you are! You’re young, you’ve got a doctorate, you’re. Torture torture.He knelled beside her as he again turned her onto her back and spread her legs apart. He paused a moment to brush his lips against her nipples then her lips, again repeating "don't move, or I'll stop" as he slid a finger over her clit and deep into her pool of wetness. Again he slid a second one in. She was still as tight and wet as she was in high school, but had learned to use to muscles inside much better. The clouds rumbled closer and louder, like an orchestra building to a.