.."Oooo"Wwwhat the...oh.fuck..can't get 10 minutes bloody rest here. Oh it's you...ya back. Thought you'd done a 'rat jumping the sinking ship, act' W...ell, why ya here? McPeevie bollocked ya for running out on me. Leaving a poor defencless old man in his hour of need.....shame on you." I'm sorry....I didn't feel well" Horseshit. Let me tell you what's going on here so ya know exactly what I've got on all you 'professionals'. Right miss smarty pants...Lesley. It started off with her showing me. He had gone to Coppin State and then earned a Master’s from Stanford. He now taught social sciences at a large community college in Illinois, just outside of Chicago,Sachar had once been married. Her name was Donna. She had birthed him two sons and one daughter. Donna had figured out that Sachar needed something else. She left with no qualms. She actually still lived next door to him in a tiny house on their property. She wanted him to be happy. Their k**s did not get it. But, that was not. I could feel his shivering. Then even without me asking any doubt, he started explaining the drawing. Now I could feel the erection of my nipple and my pussy became slightly wet. Unknowingly, I slightly moved my body towards him and taking this as green signal, he kept his left hand on my shoulder and the other hand remained on my right hand. He was pressing his left hand on my shoulder and gradually His hand was moving down and it stopped at my breast. He squeezed my breast and again his hand. He gently grabbed the back of my head and guided my mouth up and down on his dick I sucked it like it mattered to me. Like I wanted to for years like my life depended on it. I got so into it that when he was ready to fuck me I didn't want to stop . But he reminded me of where we were so I got up and he made me straddle him on the weight bench, he moved his dick up and down until he found the opening of my dripping wet pussy and just rubbed the tip of his dick across my clit. It felt so.