" she said. "okay let's see where you want to set up the bed." I said. She lead me to the master bedroom. This was a large room with its own bathroom....It took twenty minutes to put the bed together and for her to make it up. After that we went to the kitchen and had a drink. "do you have a job lined up?" "I retired from teaching three months ago, now I'm working as a personal trainer." "you'll do well here." "well lover you stay here and I'll be right back." with that she went upstairs. Fifteen. I was like an amazon tracker trying to get through the morass and my jeans just got ripped down the full length of my leg. Now I was in the shit I go commando at all times and my dick and balls wre loose, enjoying the wonderful fresh air. I couldnt give a fuck any more so I set off home.I got to the country lane leading back to civilisation and I was looking all over for anything like string to wrap round my leg to hide my embaresment. I noticed a plastic bag in the hedge so I thought I. It was an easy choice for Robert because he had a lot of experience at taking advantage of opportunities in school.Robert was handsome, fit and a dashing blade, or so his mirror informed him each morning. Too good to waste on a wife and certainly not on kids. It was bad enough he had to put up with teenagers at school. But being around young, nubile schoolgirls with their bouncy bottoms and perky tits made the tedium of teaching tolerable.He had taught Grade Ten Plane Geometry for most of those. “You look bushed, mom,” I spoke, ” I am sure you could do with some wine. It will help your nerves to unwind, and you would loosen up relieving you of this anxiety.” I got up before she could utter a single word and walked over to the bar. Her tit still hung limply, while she stared at the ceiling. Taking her glass, I put a little wine into it, along with a liberal amount of a strong whiskey. I took the glass over to the table.“Here have some.” I said in the most affectionate and loving tone to.