It was not long enough; she was only on her fifth paper when she realized that the chatter had ceased. She looked up and was surprised to see him look...ing back--not grinning--from a desk in the second row."My assigned seat." He confessed with a self-conscious laugh. When it passed, his face was still.'Artists must love that face, ' she thought. 'And photographers.' Each detail seemed to highlight the strength of the next.He swallowed hard as if for once she had affected him, "I had forgotten,". I could feel her tongue doing a little dance around the head as she began to slide my cock in and out. I couldn't help it. My balls just tightened up and I shot a load of hot creamy cum into her mouth. She gasped and jerked back and the second squirt went all over her face. I started to apologize, then realized she was giggling. I pulled her down beside me and asked, "What's so funny." She quieted down and told me that she guessed she'd taken care of my hardon. I told her I didn't think so. I walked out and he motioned me to follow him in his car. We drove not even a mile from my house where hubby was waiting up watching TV. I got nervous because I wanted him bad. I was so wet driving that I waited till i put my car in park, and slipped off my panties. They were sopping wet.He escorted me to his place, walked into the kitchen area and I sat squirming sitting on the bar stool as he fixed us drinks.He walked around the counter, handed me a drink, I sipped it once to wet my lips, and. “Uncle John, Can I ask you another question?” “Sure what do you want to ask?”“Can you show me your cock when it’s hard?” Well now I had a dilemma, after my episode with her soaking wet panties earlier, part of me wanted to show her my cock, but reason won out and I said, “It just wouldn’t be right breaking the trust that your mother has in me, besides at the moment it’s not much different to what you saw this morning, as guys don’t always walk round with a hard on you know, something or someone.