" Pete smiled and tried to sound reassuring, "Well, I'll just tell you - and I'll tell her later - that it's alright with me if you girls discuss what...we do. I don't feel like it's a secret. If you don't want to share, that's alright with me as well, but I will leave that up to you." Laura nodded and said, "Thank you." "Of course. Now, tell me a little bit about your feelings about your discipline." Laura's face visibly reddened. She looked away from Pete and didn't speak for a moment. But she. My book wasn’t on the shelves. ‘Smart librarians’ I thought, ‘They knew I wanted it more than anyone in the school, they put it away for me!’ I asked one of the ladies where it was and was so kindly told someone had already taken it out. The air left my chest. ‘Who?’ ‘Um… Blake.’ Like a horror movie I turned to look at him as he flipped a page. The cover lifted and I saw my beloved book in his hands. All the rest of the day I heard people talking about him reading it, most because they thought. " "Sounds like cabin fever." Well, it was the end of February and the winters in Michigan are colder and seem longer than I was used to in Illinois. Cabin fever is a good name for the desire to get away from the confinement of dreary weather. I could tell he was thinking about what to say next. He seemed to be making a difficult decision. "I might have an ironic solution. How would you like to spend the weekend in a real cabin?" I had been wondering if he would ever ask me on a date. Dreading. Someone outside was now obviously laying on their back between my legs and was busy pleasuring my open pussy and teasing my clit. My husband slightly adjusted the drapes so that he could see what was happening between my legs and whispered, “I think it’s one of the men from the bar down stairs.” I now desperately wanted my first orgasm of the night so I spread my legs wider and lowered my wide open pussy onto his face as he licked my clit faster and faster. I could feel the sensation of an.