Now it may or may not surprise the reader, but it was not at all uncommon for female graduates to wear nothing under their robes, or wear only skimpy underwear. I learned this the hard way several years ago when a Swedish student caught me for a similar hug and introduction. As I reached to hug her, one of my hands accidently slipped up the baggy sleeve of her academic shower gown, such that when I went to hug her, I got nothing but the naked skin of her back. I was appalled. She just smiled at me as she began the introductions. I tried to extricate myself from her gown as gracefully as I india could. I think her parents thought I was a perv. Amy’s parents arrived first, and they introduced themselves as John and Jeanette. A handsome couple, but Amy’s beauty came from another part of the genetic pool. “How do you do, Professor,” John began, “Amy says that you are the best she’s ever had in the classroom.” I stifled a guffaw as I turned red. “Well, I think the same of Amy. I have never had a better student in my office—or classroom,” I hastened to add. But John and Jeanette seemed oblivious to the double entendres flying about. Jeanette started in, “Amy says you were able to show her things she’d never seen before, or to see things from a different angle.” Barely able to not laugh at these lovely people, I said, “Amy is the only student I have had who is flexible enough to get at any angle she wants.” I kept digging the hole deeper. Amy looked a little mortified. Amy’s grandparents indian soon joined the group. Her sister (a little younger but just as beautiful) was walking with them. Grandpa’s grin suggested he was getting the joke when her sister said with a similar broad grin, “Amy told me that you are the hardest professor she’s ever had!” “Well, your sister has worked under some of the hardest professors on campus and received rave reviews. But Amy can handle all of them. She loves it hard.” Sister and grandpa were giggling and Amy was bright red. I kinda lied to her about the boys I liked because I liked my shower daddy way more and he was my boyfriend, so I didn’t want any other boys. Jill just put her wet hair in a ponytail and pulled it through a baseball cap. She could feel his already huge cock being to swell, and suddenly felt the gush of dog cum explode into her cunt. I could only grin back stupidly. She took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him hard and fast. Carl stood back and just india looked at me. Despite all we had done, I had never stood before him like that. Wash the fucking dishes.” At the same time, she heard him unzip his pants. Lara was a walking wet dream to most men. He laughed and kissed me. We were both laughing; we were tangled together indian and trying to untangle ourselves. I thought they would be better suited than blankets for this purpose.