She wasn't into pretty skirts, pastel colors, or feminine delicacies. Her outfits matched her personality. She wore stark grey or black business suits..., with skirts that went well below her knees, blouses buttoned all the way to her neck, themselves largely hidden beneath jackets that were usually fully buttoned as well.It wasn't that other teachers of Templeton College let their students see their boobs. That would, of course, be inappropriate, if not absurd. But they would at least wear. Within a minute a pretty young blonde made her way into the room. ‘Glad to see you’re awake, Joshua. I’m Avril, and I’ve been keeping an eye on you for the last day or two. You’ve been quite heavily sedated due to your injury and we couldn’t have you moving around else your leg would never set. You’ll be pleased to learn that the only problem you’ve got is a fractured tibia, nice and clean, and a few cracked ribs, Should heal no problems. You were very lucky from the sounds of things.’ she said. .. Yeah, talk to you later." Sarah handed the cell phone to me. I switched it to speaker phone to avoid having to repeat everything later."Hello, Patrick, what's up?" The familiar near south twang came on the line."Mr. President, sir, we have a potential problem brewing that I need your help with," I said."I thought we had agreed I was Jeff," he responded."Not for this, sir. This is official business. In fact, this is a conversation you might want to record, just so you're covered if things go. Her breathing was as rapid as mine and our tongues wrestled each other as we rapidly approached orgasm. We climaxed together, her pussy clamped onto my pulsing cock as I flooded her with seamen. We collapsed against the wall, gaining our breath, before we noticed the water had cooled off. I withdrew from her with a sloppy pop, letting our mixed cum drip out onto the floor and down the drain. We kissed again before getting out and wrapping ourselves in our robes.“Uncle Will, will you shave.