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I stayed with Mrs. Hamlin for three years. Every few days, I massaged her pussy with my tongue, It ended because Mrs. Hamlin decided that it was time to move into Senior Citizens' housing.

Of course I missed her, but the good news is she left me her home and a substantial sum of money. I would have traded it all for just an hour on my knees eating her still sweet pussy.

I still taught ESL at the local school, but I received a letter from my old ESL company suggesting that if I earned my Master's Degree there was a position waiting for me in management. They mentioned the pay range and even though Mrs. Hamlin's largess was substantial, their offer was nothing to sneeze at.

Not too far away the University of Pittsburgh offered a Master's that fit what the ESL company and I needed.

I enrolled.

You know how women just fall into my lap? It happened again, but it's not what you think.

One day, sitting in the Student Center minding my own business, having lunch, a young woman asked, "do you mind if I sit here?"

"No, not at all." I looked around there were plenty of empty tables.

"Hi, my name is Sharee McIntosh."

"Sam Rosling."

"Hi, I've seen you around. I thought you might want to hang out."

I looked more closely at Sharee McIntosh. She was about my height, 5' 10". Blonde hair. I'd describe her as adorable. I was now in my early thirties and I thought adorable because I guessed she was still a teenager.

"Ummm, I'm a little old for hanging out."

"Nonsense, I'd bet you'd be a lot of fun. I live in the sophomore dorm, we can have men in our rooms until midnight, and my roommate will be with her boyfriend. You're invited. She wrote the name of her dorm, her room number and her phone number. "Text me if you're interested," she smiled.

A sophomore? That means she might in fact still be a teenager. I had no intention of meeting her. However, as she walked away, wearing jeans, I couldn't ignore that ass. It was perfect.

Secondly, it had been almost three months since Mrs. Hamlin moved into Senior Citizens' housing. What I'm trying to say is, I hadn't had any pussy in three months, but this was a teenager.

"Hi Sam, I'm glad you decided to show up. I'm a Biology major, what about you?"

"Ummmm, I'm in the Master's Program in ESL."

"Oh, so you are older. I've never been with anyone more than a year older than me. I heard that older guys know how to do stuff. Sam, do you know how to do stuff?"

"Stuff?"

"Ya' know like sex stuff." Sharee had been sitting on her bed, me on her desk chair. She got up and made sure the door was locked.

"Sam, teenage boys don't know anything about sex. I hope you do." She pulled her tee shirt over her head; she was bra-less. I was staring at the most perfect tits. Yes, Monika Schaeffer had perfect tits but those were surgically enhanced.

"Wow, Sharee, you're beautiful, but don't you think you're going too fast? We hardly know each other."

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