. get lost in the beauty of it. It’s the greatest thing I can experience.”“The beauty of it,” Cathy echoed numbly.That was an odd phrase to us...e about math. She’d never heard anyone talk about math as beautiful. Math was some horrible homework that you had to wade through to graduate high school. Where did beauty come into it?“Yes, the beauty of it.”Tim said, “Benny, why don’t you go get cleaned up? I’ll explain it to her.”“Okay, Tim.”Tim watched Benny go into the bathroom. He gestured to a. "We spent the next couple of hours just working on the hand symbols. He kept having me do a certain movement of his hand whenever he couldn't remember the shape of the symbol he was drawing, which was often. These seemed to be a little harder to draw than the coin's three symbols. Of the six we worked on, it quickly become apparent that they all had the basic shape. But there were many little points and edges that were different.It was almost as if they were all the same symbol, but some edges. As I did Sarah responded by putting her knees far apart and spreading her legs. I eased her knickers to one side and I could already feel the moist on her lips. What turned me on more, was the fact she was 17 and she had no hair what-so-ever. I slowly started to rub her clit as we kissed, my hands ran down her dress and I pulled down her bra to reveal her little breasts and lovely hard nipples.I started to suck on her nipples as I dug my fingers in, first slowly and then faster as she got. I lost all the hopes as I thought I will never be able to enjoy her. But luck had other plans.One day, she messaged me in the evening. I was shocked but happy too. I realized that she was upset about something. So I asked her but she chucked that topic many times.But the next day, during her lecture, she was not cheerful as she used to. At the end of the class, I went to the physics lab where she was alone sitting with her head on the table. When I called her, she looked up and I saw she was.