I was that young, freshly-minted PhD that seemed barely old enough to be on that side of the podium.
One day I had smiled at you during class, and to your great surprise, your heart skipped a beat.
I asked you to come see me exhibitionists wife after class, and you exhibitionists wife sheepishly agreed, wondering how you exhibitionists wife would conceal the desires that were beginning to exhibitionists wife well up inside you .
You stare at your blank computer screen as you feel the wetness grow between your legs again.
That weekend had been only the exhibitionists wife latest in a string of weekends with me.
With each encounter, you had given yourself over to passions that you did not even exhibitionists wife know you had.
You had learned to scream exhibitionists wife as you got fucked.
You had had your first real orgasm, and had discovered that could have them over and over again.
You had learnt the pleasure of having your cunt eaten skillfully, and of cumming all over the face of a lover who was thirsty for every drop that came out of your body.
You had been tied up.
You had given me your virgin ass.
And with each encounter, the guilt had faded as the desire exhibitionists wife and pleasure grew.
You still exhibitionists wife wore the same khakis, the same exhibitionists wife button-down blouses.
The same gold bead necklace still hung primly around your neck.
But you knew now that your preppy, Catholic girl-next-door look was now just a faŤade, especially after this past weekend.
You close your eyes, still sitting at the computer, and remember how hard I had been as you had sat between my legs and I pressed my cock against your ass.