At first he thought it was for something he'd done, or maybe the assignment he'd turned in. But she'd pulled him into the little room behind her desk,... the one that normally held classroom material, and fucked him silly. Her tits were big and soft—he'd fantasized about them several times—and her tight pussy had snapped at him repeatedly. It had been quite a workout, and he'd felt relieved when he finally blasted his load into her.As he washed up he kept thinking: this is what Cynthia and Shannon. "Our travel arrangements are three separate parts. We fly to Rio, spend anight, then fly in a jungle cargo plane into a remote section of theVenezuela jungle, and then take a combination of truck and boat to the ranch.Four days to get there, one week to live up to the terms of the "gift", thenfour days to come back out of South America if things don't work out betweenme and my mother.The Rio stopover is a vacation for us. It is the start of the Carnival seasonand the town is full of partygoers.. Twofrozen margaritas and four generous shot glasses oftequila. He was an older man, maybe around 60 and hisname tag said “Nick”.To his credit he had a lot more composure than theyoung man in the elevator had. He looked at thebeautiful blond woman at the door and never broke hissmile, even though his eyes did course up and down herlithe body, drinking every bit of her in.After making the appropriate greetings he pushed thecart into the room and fumbled a bit waiting for atip. Kathy. I called her the next evening, and we chatted for over two hours. The time evaporated, such was the quality of the conversation. I learned a lot about her, and she about me, in that getting-to-know-you sort of way: place of birth, how was childhood, schools attended, interests, that sort of thing. We agreed, before ringing off, to talk again the next evening, and the next, and to have a date the coming Friday evening. Without spelling it all out, we had a few good weeks dating. We brushed up.