She removed her top and manu unclasped her bra. He rolled on top her. He removed his t-shirt. He was on his knees and her waist was in between his two... knees. She was lying on her back. Naked from the top. He pulled her pant with her help. Now she was only in panties. He removed his jeans too. He started to kiss her whole body, her smelled her armpits which were giving wonderful aroma which he had never smelled.He went between her legs removed her panties and started to kiss her pussy, she was. This at least was the thoughts and the most constant staple of Professor Damien’s lectures. He knew that the inner cities were going to hell and also that his student ratio had jumped by 60% over the last few years. At the ripe age of 45 he was still younger than the larger portion of his peers but also older by leaps and bounds from his students. He often wondered how he would cope in his older years as it got more dangerous around the city, his thoughts drifted as he sat behind his mahogany. She hesitated to answer my question.“Why? Don’t you like my shaved pussy?” She tried to avoid my question with her own.“Do you, Ma?” I kept insisting.“Yes, but it is not what you think.” She finally replied.“I don’t know what to think.” I said. The jealousy in my voice was quite evident.She pulled me up to her eye level. “Yes I have a lover, but it’s not a man. You are only man in my life.”Jealousy could cloud anybody’s judgment. It did not register with me what she said immediately.Like a. It mighthave been simple to talk to me, but it had to be hard. People havesimple confused with easy. Running a marathon is simple, just put onefoot in front of the other until you reach the finish line. Doing so ishard. It takes training, endurance and willpower.We talked. At first Austin was standoffish. I don't blame him. He neededto protect himself. He asked me what he needed in a relationship. I toldhim for both people to be happy. I need him him being happy to make mehappy and me being.