Grabbing both sides of his check shirt he rips it apart to reveal his tea stained vest underneath and with a final flourish he hurls his flat cap on t... a pile of hay. “What the heck are you doing Mick?” says Paddy. “Jeez Paddy, ye frightened the livin bejasus out of me”, says an obviously embarrassed Mick, “but me and the Missus been having some trouble lately in the bedroom department, and the Therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor.I took a bird back to mine for sex last night.. I mean really, our meeting was over two decades ago. How stale is that for news? And as for our sex life, it's none of your business, except I will say that I've always been pretty darned satisfied. I hope she has been too.Sharon is no Greek Goddess. She doesn't have long blonde hair and a killer body and legs that go on forever. She's a bit short and she's put on some weight over the years and if you look closely you can see the stretch marks from the three kids we have. Her butt's a little. Okay,that one is weird. Try pushing the thought into my mind that the t-shirt is made of living snakes."Closing her eyes she tried again. Again nothing happened. However, shequickly lost focus. Instead, she visualized how his t-shirt would looklike if it was made of snakeskin."Well that is progress but I said living snakes," Al commented dryly.She opened her eyes and looked at Al. He was now wearing the same t-shirt she imagined."You can stop now concentrating." I already did that, Al."His. I could tell that this was going to be an awkward ride home. Just her thoughts were giving me that clue. She hated when I blocked her out. I couldn’t help it though. It’s just that I couldn’t let her know that I had a major fetish with the teacher. I dreamt of her many times laid out before me her soaking wet panties in my face. I needed to feel them. I needed to taste that dripping mound. I wanted to eat her. I couldn’t stop the hard on that I was gaining just from the thought and then I felt.