You've provoked the most positive reaction I've heard from her since we arrived here. I'd been worried about her for a while and now suddenly I'm not.... It's something to do with you but I can't put my finger on it.' I leaned back and shrugged again.'I am who I am. I don't really teach: I help my students to learn and I'm very serious about that. The rest is for fun. I'm a simple soul really.' She shook her head.'Anything but. I'm not going to be the only person in your life this year, am I?' I. I could barely make out the face of an elegant older lady, her body wrapped in white.I looked at her and saw she was smiling, while she was looking into my spread legs. I tried to close them; but the woman quickly placed her hand between my thighs and I felt it moving up to my crotch.She reached my swollen wet pussy lips and I saw her smiling.I gasped quietly as two of her fingers entered my slippery wet vagina. She began playing with me; teasing my engorged clit while she moved her fingers. Fifties retro-slutperhaps, but still attractive.To be authentic, Millie had insisted her husband wore a heavy, whitepointed cup bra and matching deep girdle with six heavy-duty garters.'As you walk,' she told her husband, 'people should catch a tantalizingglimpse of your old-fashioned underwear. That always goes down wellwith the judges.'Now Jim was struggling into the bra, trying to hook the back properlywhile his increasingly impatient wife watched.'You're acting,' grumbled Millie, 'as if. It was obvious it was him. Which was fine. If anything, it excited me. Then I said goodnight, and she was soon asleep; her gentle breathing could be heard hissing softly. smiled to myself as I listened. She was tired. She and William had expended a tremendous about of sexual energy only a few moments before. He had to be just as tired! I wanted to reach out and touch Megan, to feel her warm softness, to smell that special aroma that was so uniquely her; but I refrained. She needed her rest.. ..