By the time the elevator has arrived Linnea has forgotten all about me, except for one deeply implanted instruction to go to the teacher’s room when...her shift is over. With that covered I head for my first rendezvous. The rooms for the class group take up one end of a corridor on the fourth floor. The teacher’s room is at the very end, so I use the key and enter the room quickly before any of the students notice me. Luckily the teacher is not immediately visible, as I quietly close the door. I turned on some soft music and turned down the audio of the porn movie she had been watching, but not quite all the way down. I went back to the door and let our new friend inside. I motioned with my finger for him to be quiet. In our discussion down at the bar he had agreed to minimal talking, as did his friend. I led him over to the bed and he observed my wife quietly propped up. I remember looking over at the porn movie that was playing on the computer. It was a hot scene with some girl. We went to a nearby beach resort and booked a room to freshen up. As soon as we entered the room, Neil fell on bed and was to exhausted to speak a word. I do cuddled up in his arms and we both dozed off in minutes. Now, guys don’t estimate that we had gone to sleep there. But we were too tired. An hours nap would energize us. About 45 minutes passed and suddenly my sleep eluded me. I woke up and heard the sound of water. I was wondering as to what was happening. I looked around the room and. " Peter informed her.Debbie nodded. Peter had immediately formed an impressive bulge in his sweats as soon as he started practicing, but it was even more impressive when he took it out of his pants. It had that shiny look it got when it was expanded to maximum size. Peter was shifting his position and grunting as he started at the painting with his pants down. "Peter, I hope you're not planning on thrashing around like that while you're posing!" Ugh! No, Mrs. D. There is no way I could pose.