“This is perfect,” she said, “we have all afternoon. You go clean up now.” I did and resisted the urge to stroke on off, opting to save myself...for later. “Hurry up,” came the word from her bedroom, “I want you to undress me!” With an offer like that I thought why get dressed myself...I arrived in her room with only briefs. “I see you are ready,” she noted. It had been a few weeks since our last encounter, so we were both looking forward to the afternoon. I started by unbuttoning her blouse,. An hour later, we were back at school, and I showed Pato what I wanted.Looking skeptically at the oval ball, he tried it. The first dozen or so attempts were remarkably terrible as he got used to the shape of the ball. Finally, one try sailed long and true, missing by only three or four yards of being a fifty-yard field goal. “Shit,” Juan gasped, knowing fifty yards was almost unheard of, even in the pros.“That’s what I’m hoping for,” I told Pato. I gave him the practice equipment to use. “Come. It wasn’t quite as erotic as the full pounding I had hoped for, nor as loving as a slower pace would have been, but it was a more than acceptable compromise. Gustav thought he was in paradise, surrounded by her wet, warm and slippery clutching internal muscles, and the angle that her hips were at made it good and easy for him. It was most enjoyable for both of us, and we locked our lips as we got there, so as not to wake our parents with cries and grunts of passion.We lay together for a few. "Yes, ma'am," he yelped, leaping to his feet."Go home. Get some sleep. Come back tomorrow." But, my wife," he protested."Her?" the nurse laughed, pointing a finger at the lumpy form lying motionless under a pink hospital blanket. "We gave her a sedative that'll keep her under till morning. There's nothing you can do here tonight." Where's the baby?" he asked, peering over the bed-rails as though he expected to find the newborn on the pillow beside her mother."In the nursery, where she's.