They parked their cars not far from where the cabin stood.When they got out, Michael made Melissa grab all the stuff that was packed in his car and he...led her towards the cabin kitchen, where she piled everything down. After having done just that, he made her help the others carry the rest of the stuff towards the kitchen.Melissa felt exhausted; since she had never before had done such work.After wards, everyone went to carry out their own personal bags off their cars.As for the cabin, it was. To make a long story a little shorter we married whenshe was 19 and moved to the outskirts of a large city.Being the 60s, it wasn’t hard to turn her on tomarijuana. This really made my dream cum true. When wewent to parties she didn’t wear a bra to show off herhard nipples on her small tits and she couldn’t wait toget loaded. She looked so young and innocent but wasslowly turning into a slut.One night after a party while I was fucking her shesaid some good looking guy had. ” “Wow, Scott,” I said, “that’s fantastic! Why are you selling so many?” “There was some show on TV about them, now everyone wants one. I’ve had a lot of ladies, most married, come in.” I asked with a wink, “All the women were beautiful models, right?” “A few were pretty sweet, but most were middle-aged and rather ordinary,” he said. “So, did any go check out the booths?” “I encouraged them,” Scott said slyly. “I offered them free tokens. A couple dozen took me up on it. One night, four. "And 20 seconds later I found myself in a peep show booth, with my pants down and my dick hard, and face to face with one of the teachers at my high school, "Mr. Jones."I knew who he was but I never had him as my teacher. And he didn't know my name but he recognized my face from seeing me in the hallways at our school.He locked the door and put his coat on the door hook next to mine. "You're a senior. I've seen you many times at school but you never were in any of my classes, is that right?".