TOTAL BUST!!!
Professor couldn't get over how much different I looked in my costume, but I don't think he was overly impressed. He apologized, but said, "But I like you!"
I didn't even so much as get a real kiss--he didn't want my lipstick on him (Understandable, given he is going over to see his kids tonight). I seductively asked if he wanted to stroke my pussy--as I suggestively pet my stuffed black cat. I explained that all good witches have potions, and busted out the warming massage oil and something called "Good Head".
He was all, "You want to do this now?" I lied. Well, not really, I told him it was up to him.
Yesterday he was nearly perfect, and today he seemed uncomfortable around me.
Sheesh!
BUT--Pool Boy called last night and we had a great conversation while he was on his way to the airport to pick up his roommate. When his roomie arrived, he sort of stammered, and said, "Well, if it isn't too late...Well, tomorrow. I know it is Halloween, but can I call you tomorrow?"
Thinking Professor and I would be busy a little longer than what actually happened, I told him after 6:00 I would be home. (I was at the Professor's for a half hour. He needed to work on some paper he wants to get published. I was hoping for 2 hours.) I know Pool Boy will call, though. I get the feeling he is reliable. At least for now. After we actually meet and he sees my junk in the trunk, it is anybody's guess.
I didn't even so much as get a real kiss--he didn't want my lipstick on him (Understandable, given he is going over to see his kids tonight). I seductively asked if he wanted to stroke my pussy--as I suggestively pet my stuffed black cat. I explained that all good witches have potions, and busted out the warming massage oil and something called "Good Head".
He was all, "You want to do this now?" I lied. Well, not really, I told him it was up to him.
Yesterday he was nearly perfect, and today he seemed uncomfortable around me.
Sheesh!
BUT--Pool Boy called last night and we had a great conversation while he was on his way to the airport to pick up his roommate. When his roomie arrived, he sort of stammered, and said, "Well, if it isn't too late...Well, tomorrow. I know it is Halloween, but can I call you tomorrow?"
Thinking Professor and I would be busy a little longer than what actually happened, I told him after 6:00 I would be home. (I was at the Professor's for a half hour. He needed to work on some paper he wants to get published. I was hoping for 2 hours.) I know Pool Boy will call, though. I get the feeling he is reliable. At least for now. After we actually meet and he sees my junk in the trunk, it is anybody's guess.
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