This story describes the events that happened on one of these trips we took last summer. (The names have not been changed to protect the guilty). This...was our first experience in the “lifestyle”.Saturday morning (noon really, but that’s morning to me) and Beth and I head over to the casino. Beth doesn’t gamble at all, so she sits outside in the sun and reads when we get there and I go in to play poker. It had been a relatively uneventful day, made some money, but nothing exciting. After a few. ." she added."What?" I asked."No more sex till Christmas morning." What?" You heard me," she said smugly."No more sex?" No more cumming. No more ejaculation for you or your father until 8 A.M. Christmas morning," she said with a grin.I groaned, adjusting my erection."What?" she asked brushing her hand lightly over the front of my crotch. "Planning on using that thing tonight? . . . What're you gonna do?" That's not helping," I groaned."Tell me what you had planned and I'll stop," she said. The heat of the afternoon was starting to fade but the inside of the van was still like a sauna. I pulled my shirt off and cranked the AC to blast, the sudden gust of chill air blowing caused Tricia’s dress to flip up in her lap. Her bare pussy reminded me I still had her itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot thong in my pocket. A shiver ran up her body and she hugged herself, pushing up her breasts; her erect nipples strained against the soft cotton of her dress.“Thanks for the AC, if it. Lately, I began to masturbate (which I learned from my friends) thinking about hot actresses on TV and also thinking about them on while in classes. Most of the students failed and management was under a heavy pressure from parents to do something about it.One day our principal caught a boy masturbating in the restroom and this became a very serious issue. The management conducted raids in the classrooms and caught lots of adult books from our school bags. So, the management arranged a meeting.