"Get out of here RIGHT NOW!" she screamed. "NOW!"I knew what that meant. Time for another visit to Principal Henley's office. My crime? Wearing a Play...oy polo shirt!Let's start at the beginning. Ever since I've turned 18 I've been a big fan of Playboy Magazine. It's a family tradition. My father read Playboy, my uncles read Playboy, my cousins read Playboy. Even my 88-year-old grandfather likes Playboy. (We have to sneak in some issues for him to read, since Grandma doesn't care for it.) My. This was that as Jessie became more distant in time, and Mabel closer and closer, my affections were shifting. I was becoming steadily more attracted to my Miss Mabel, responding to her attractiveness, her courage and resilience, her irrepressible sense of humour, her loving nature, and, I confess, the deep vein of voluptuousness that I was helping to uncover in her. She began to seem to me the perfect combination of wife and mistress that men dream of and so seldom find. She was becoming. Her lover was having her lick the juices from another woman off this toy. Peggy sucked it as clean as she could, relishing the faint flavors. It was soon removed from her mouth and the toy was dragged down to her breasts. She could feel her saliva wetting the tips of her nipples as he played with them. They got even harder as she imagined him staring at her. He began to lick and suck her hard brown nipples. They responded by shooting bolts of pleasure all over her body. Her pussy began. That night he placed an ad seeking out a couple to watch. He added that a BBW or older couple would be a huge plus. As usual he received replies trying to get him to go to a website but didn't receive anything for a week. He had pretty much given up hope that he was going to be able to fulfill his fantasy while he was in Cheyenne. A few days before he was to head to Cheyenne he was surprised to see a new email. It was from a couple saying they live in Cheyenne. They sounded perfect from what.