"You are most certainly not a wh*re, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and I want to make you feel like you are”.  Meet Patrick, a sexually frustrated young man with a deep crush on his lecturer”. 
Miss Tolu was my Acc210 professor. She was lovely at 5'5 and 140 pounds, with light black hair, a 32 C breast, a slender waist, broad hips, and a nice fat round butt.
She was stunning, especially with her dark eyes. I didn't know her age at the time, but I guessed she was in her mid to late 30s.
After many sexcapades, a mysterious event occurred.

Crazy pleasure

　　My mother was acting strangely. She had been for the last month or so, though not in any overt manner, no specific ways that stuck out, but in much more subtle ways that anybody who didn't know her as well as I do after eighteen years would ever notice. Other than bitching at me about little things, (growing up, learning the meaning of 'responsibility', getting a job, how I'm so impossible) it was as though something had been on her mind, distracting her and, while we didn't dislike each other, our relationship wasn't close enough for a mother-daughter talk about it. That early evening, however, her behaviour was even more irregular than it had been. It was in the way she carried herself, how she stood, moved and in her facial expressions. Most of all, it was in her attire.


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