And only when he was sure that he was in complete control, did he step closer to her.Iris had been standing with her arms wrapped around herself as sh...e wallowed in her shame and misery.To lose control like that! How could she?James stood close, and waited for her to look up and meet his gaze."This is my shame, Iris," he told her gently. "I was the one who instigated this; I was the one who could not control myself. You begged me to stop but I refused." You, you did not force yourself on me,". He was still sitting on the barstool, and she slipped up to him, turned around began dancing on his lap. I nodded and walked back into the crowd. I would give them a couple minutes and watch from afar. Carmen already knew the plan, but I wanted it to feel as organic as possible. I enjoyed dancing with a couple of guys, waited for the song to transition and then made my way back. He was clearly enjoying my choice. We made our way up to the room, His arms around us on the elevator. I kissed and. Everyone had hots for her but I was the only smart creature to have fixed after-class classes with her to have a good look at her popping cleavage. She used to make me sit next to her and caress my thighs near my dick while explaining mechanics, and as you all know some different mechanism was going on inside my pants. My classes used to be held in the staff room and no one ever stayed there after classes except the peon for sweeping the floors and even he would leave within a few minutes. As. She had a compelling aura, a sensuous, fun-loving spirit simmering just below her refined surface, tinged ever so slightly with sadness. You don’t reach the midpoint of life (whatever that means) without experiencing sorrow along the way. Perhaps it was a shared sense of promise and loss, expectations and disappointment that drew them together. Steve was the naïve one. Though older he’d lived a subdued life, burdened for years by self-imposed morality and religious restriction. He’d left that.