This story is a continuation of Software, please read it first to pick up the thread, thanks.
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I carried on giving my help at the community center and at the same, gave personal assistance to Mrs. Barker for the next month or so. We would meet once or twice a week at her house and, either because of my lack of experience or her choice, have a pretty tame time in her bed.
By tame I mean that we would have straight sex, no experimental stuff, which was fine for me, as I really didn't expect anything else. Just getting off inside a woman was great, and Mrs. Barker didn't seem to want more than a good hard fucking followed by me holding her as we came down from the clouds.
It thus came as a surprise that when I went in to her front room, where her computer stood -- she always asked me to look at it when I arrived, maybe to try and give some semblance of propriety to me visit before she took off her, and my, clothes and led me to her bedroom -- to see Mrs. Davis, another of my students, sitting in an armchair.
She smiled at me and Mrs. Barker told me that she was having trouble understanding some of the explanations that I gave the previous week and would I help her out.
Not knowing what was going on exactly, I agreed and Mrs. Davis stood up and faced me.
She was tall for a woman of her generation, about 5.10, and well built with a generous bust filling a white blouse and a dark blue skirt covering her ample arse.
She looked me in the eye and slowly began to unbutton her blouse revealing a large pair of tits encased in a lacy bra. It looked as if she was displaying half an acre of flesh divided by 100 yards of cleavage above the white material and after he blouse landed on the floor she reached behind her and unclipped.
Her tits sagged and as their support was removed I was treated to the sight of a pair of drooping tits that nevertheless were firm enough to jut out and point their nipples in my direction.
