I began to take charge of my life and the old emotional scars slowly faded. I developed new friends and spent much of my free time working as a volunt...er at a clinic. Christmas came and went and a real friendship developed between Jake and I. Jake was the finest brother I could ask for. . . . and with support from each other both of our studies improved. After New Years a young fellow from my literature class asked me out for an evening at the movie. Five minutes into the date I knew it was a. You're just the fucking color guy. OK -- you ready? I'll open up the broadcast like it's three hours ago, and say a little something, and then I'll ask you about the starting pitchers? OK?" OK. Yeah. I'm... ready."The taping went remarkably well, for the most part. After a few minutes of nervous anticipation, and a little dry mouth the first time he was called upon to say anything into the microphone, Paul loosened up considerably and found himself feeling much more at ease with the. The slap of flesh echoed throughout my classroom, punctuated by grunts and moans from Kev. His strokes grew more and more frenzied."Oh f ... darn, Miss Blythe!" Kev moaned. "Your pussy just feels more better with every thrust!" Just better, Kev!" I panted, unable to shut off my teaching instincts despite the pleasure flooding my brain. "Not 'more better'!" What?" he demanded. "Oh shi ... oot! Oh shoot!"His balls were slapping against my clit, sending wicked vibrations through my body. I was so. ”I had my back to the tent cooking the eggs. Ken was at the table and almost choked on his coffee when the ladies came out.I turned and saw our wives in the redneck outfits from the night before. In the daylight, Karen’s nipples were clearly visible through the white fabric of her tube top. She did a twirl causing her pink mini-skirt to flare and show off her pink thong and her ass cheeks. Cindy came over and gave me a good-morning kiss. I loved the way her nipples dented the fabric of her.