They looked to be in their early forties and had a little extra padding but both had very nice curves. At one point the blonde looked over at me and s...w me watching them. Then she leaned in and whispered something to her friend. It was at this point I began to realise they both looked familiar. After a few more minutes watching it suddenly dawned on me. They were both teachers from our old high school. I don’t think either of us were in one of their classes but we recognized them from the. “Wish that lazy bitch had something like that going for her.” She said, actually wiggling her eyebrows at me. She looked like a child. She was a child. I knew better than to argue, but I couldn’t resist, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. “I mean… med school is so that you’d have good money. We have money.”“No one said you’re doomed to be stupid if you have money, honey. You can be rich and smart at the same time.” I only puffed in return. I didn’t have a comeback answer. I generally gave Mom a. I was a bit relieved that she wasn’t getting too serious. I wanted to enjoy it, not have to recover from it. I heard the truck door open, then close. “Stick your tongue out” she ordered. I complied, and again felt cold steel. She had retrieved the cock ring from the truck and had me wet it to help slide it on. I felt her tug, pull and tuck at my cock, trying to get the ring in place. She stopped momentarily. A few seconds later I heard the door on the ice machine slam shut. ZING! The sensation. She didn't. He pulled the covers down and rolled her back. She moaned in her sleep. He pulled his own covers down, got in, got arranged, and pulled the covers up over both of them."What are you doing?" she asked, her voice muzzy with sleep."Covering us up," he said."Mmmm." She scooted over and cuddled against him.He worked an arm under her and pulled her close, kissing her hair. It smelled good.He had been hoping to have sex again, but this was fine. She trusted him, wanted him, was snuggled up.