Actually I had teachers or instructors of some sort in all of them. They'd tell me what to do; I'd do it, practice it and get better at it. They contr...lled me at the start then I found I could control me and I got better at it." Good. Some common denominators on those; maybe we can apply it to something else, like sex. How many sex instructors or teachers have you had?" Well, I've talked with Father a lot but as for real 'hands-on' practice, almost none." Okay. So no opportunity to be. She only knew that our friend would be back, probably early, for his second lesson, and to review what he had learned the day before. This made me laugh. Then she asked me about the young soldier who was my runner. I told her about him, the best I could. She asked me if I minded if she gave him a peek at the goodies. I told her that it would be up to her. She nodded, so I stepped to the door, and told him that my wife wanted to meet him.She had stood up, and re-buttoned her sweater. He. It looked strange to me, so I immediately picked up the panties.I inspected the crotch area and saw what looked to be dried pussy juice. I put it up to my nose, inhaling and smelling the enchanting odor of pussy. I knew that she had worked late that Saturday morning and she had left after me. I did not know exactly how hard she had worked, but it was evident that she had done it, at "getting off"...Suddenly, I got a strange feeling, as my dick started to get hard.I had never imagined finding. ”“Well, if you want to kiss me afterward, rinse your mouth out first.” She jumped up and ran to the refrigerator as I watched her cute ass bouncing in rhythm with her tits. She grabbed a bottle of water and rinsed her mouth out thoroughly. I still hadn’t moved. She stalked back toward the bed.“Now can I kiss you some more?”“Oh hell, yes,” I moaned. I really liked this kissin’ stuff.Somewhere in the middle of it, Aubrey threw her left leg over mine and pushed it up against my wet pussy. My hips.