I showed up with a blonde wig, overdone makeup, and that sluttyoutfit. I could barely get across the grass in my heels. Chester, oneof the janitors ...at the motel had to help me. I gave him a hug and kisson the cheek.Later, Ms. Johnson arranged for Chester to drive me home. I was scaredto take a ride with him. Keep in mind, my weight is down to around 125. Chester is 6' 2" and weighs at least 300 pounds. He is a huge AfricanAmerican man. I was terrified. Plus, Chester had a few beers at. Me and my gal used to kiss and fondle our college blocks were it used to be deserted, we used just smooch for long time for 20 to 30 mins initially she never used to let press her boobs, once during our college fest.We were kissing on our campus block at 5th floor, I tried to squeeze her boob she gave an angry stare then I got more horny, I pressed her ass she become angry and stopped kissing then I pulled her to me my cock was erect I made her feel it on top of my pants she got scared and. She didn’t let me take her phone to make a call when I asked her once. I tried to listen to her conversations and listened to a few where she spoke in a husky voice flirting with the other person. At first, I thought she might have talked to my dad. But she used to feel tensed when the phone rings at the time when dad’s home. I didn’t have the guts to question her directly. Also, I wasn’t sure if she is talking to some guy or her close girlfriend or so in a funny way.My suspicion increased. Mr. Hathaway's eyes were wide open, staring at her."Oh my god!" she muttered, quickly bringing both hands to her lap and folding them."Don't stop," Mr. Hathaway whispered, not knowing why since he never cheated on his wife and didn't find his older colleague attractive.Mrs. Flent's eyes rose slowly. She was flushed from embarrassment and arousal. Without speaking, she stared into Mr. Hathaway's face. His nod was the encouragement she needed.With her eyes locked on his, Mrs. Flent's unsteady.