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The Headmistressthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:older women/men, 7158 words) [1/6] show all parts

Author: Joshua
Added: Jul 07 2015Views / Reads: 4389 / 2145 [49%]Part vote: 9.89 (19 votes)
Although Jan is a recently widowed wife, she continues to hear her dead husband's voice guiding her through daily life. When she accepts a position as the headmaster of an English boarding school, she learns that with her deceased husband's guidance, she
 


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My husband and I were supposed to celebrate my sixtieth birthday in style. I'd just retired from the university where I taught Physics and served as the vice-president of the university for more than twenty-five years. I was elated to be able to retire at such a young age, but to be honest, it was also a matter of my husband's wise investing over the years that left us with more money than we knew what to do with. So, as you see, money was not a problem in our lives.

And my husband: what a man he was. He made sure each of my birthdays and career achievements were celebrated in style. There was no mistaking the love that man felt for me, or for the love I felt for him. When we first met while both pursuing our doctorates in higher level math, I was a simple country girl, fresh off the farm, naive and innocent about the ways of the world. But just as I was hungry for knowledge, I was also starving for knowledge about how the world worked, and how life away from a rural setting would approach me. I was eager for change, eager to experience anything and everything.

And that is exactly what Steve did for me. He not only showed me the ways of the city, he also showed me the ways of the bed. The first time we made love, he was gentle and kind, slow and understanding. But as my desire for sex grew, and as my questions increased, Steve showed me the benefits of an open mind. We screwed in closets, in public restrooms, and just about anywhere the mood struck us. Once, while sitting in the dining car of a train speeding across Germany, Steve fingered my pussy ...

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