You're handling it very well, but I want to take that pressure off."I hesitate to suggest this ... but ... what if the kids were converted to live-in ...tatus? If there was room, they could stay at the school with the other 'live-ins' and be near their friends. We could have them come to the city on weekends and holidays. It would just be for the rest of the school year," Tony suggested cautiously. "I know you wanted no part of live-in when we chose the private school in the first place. But the. I moved ahead in the diary until I found the next meeting of Lisa and Rod.He wanted to do it right away since he said we couldn't control ourselves. We had sex on his desk and then we talked about the street children. He made me do it a second time doggy-style. I hate doggy-style but he insisted. He said he needed to quench his desire for me before he saw me on Sunday.A few pages later.I am a fool. I have betrayed John and my children. What have I done? I do not love Rod or the way he uses me.. He said "Why don't I just show you how to do it, it will be a lot easier and I'm feeling horny anyway talking about it." "OK" I said, and he slid his pants off and spred his legs out as he began rubbing his cock which soon grew from a limp 4 inches to a nice fat hardon of 7 inches in length. I watched as he stroked his hard cock and rubbed his balls, stopping briefly to spit in his hand and telling me it feels better when it's wet. As I watched him masturbate I felt myself getting aroused and. "Who's tent do you think that is, slut?" Does it matter, Sir?" she asked, still not understanding why found her disappointment so amusing. He just looked into her eyes until she came to the realization. Of course! How could she be so stupid?"It's your tent, isn't it, Sir?" Yes, it is, now get over there beneath the tree and put your pack down."The tree had long, sprawling branches, the lower ones as thick as her legs, and one, in particular, worked its way almost level to the ground, seven feet.