”As I looked around the gymnasium all I saw was women. They were all about the same age, between thirty and forty years old. The perfect age to have...teenage children in the Marching Band. I wondered how many were single parents like the four of us in our team.Laura told me to come to her house on Saturday for my orientation. The other women just giggled.I said, “Okay.”When I arrived on Saturday she asked me about my daughter Amber. I answered her questions and showed her a couple of. When Miss Krieger finally released me, I was beyond all thought or reason. I had been reduced to her sexual plaything, and was willing to do anything she commanded without hesitation. She stood and walked in front of me, peeling off her leathers as she did so. Her body was superb, trim and athletic yet with amazing breasts. I noted that her nipples were pierced, as was her clitoris, and all bore rings of white gold. She moved to place her shaved pussy directly into my face, winding her. He'd made it out of bits of piping and shopping trolley wire. At its base was a machine, maybe the motor from a washing machine. Protruding from the motor was a clear Perspex tube about 10 inches long. It was thick like a mans forearm the plastic ribbed in a corkscrew type effect along its length. Inside appeared to be hundreds of solid beads all packed together around the rigid centre shaft. The shaft travelled back onto a wheel like a piston arm; so if the wheel spun it would pump back and. That’s the moment I’m waiting for. She comes closer to me and starting to blow my eye.My hands are urging me to hold her hip. While she blowing, her breasts are touching my body. I acted like I got slipped due to the soap in the floor and landed my face on her boobs and my hands are holding her hip.Then, we started to kiss each other. We played with our tongue for 10 mins. Then, I opened the shower and she is completely wet in her saree. I started to kiss her all over her body. She asked me to.