And Mrs. I-control-my-childrens-lives. But, eh, whatever, who am I to judge?Aren't we forgetting something, though? Smart phones! Hell, even normal mo...ile phones... two clicks, three at most, and there you are, once again! Albeit, there are those parents that don't allow their children to have any kind of phones. No TV after nine either, I assume, because that's 'bed time' and when 'adult programs' start. That is if they allow them to watch TV at all. They might as well home-school their kids. Son Blake was due to join us soon as his four years of service in the Air Force which had ended in Hawaii, lucky so and so was coming to an end! Dad had also hired a second camper van like ours to sleep Anna’s family as there Wasn,t enough room in the house for all of us. Sarah claimed to be too jet lagged for sex on our first night and I was pretty tired as well, but by the second night I was ready, but it ended up a quickie as Christina woke from a bad dream and wouldn,t go back to sleep so. After a short period of quiet work, the bell went and we made our way out to head for the cafeteria. Lots of books were held in front of laps - you've got to laugh. After a snack and a short break in the warm sunshine, the bell went again to muster the troops into class. All the kids headed off but, being on a two-class timetable, I was free. I could have headed home but thought, if Ms Stein was offering to help, I needed to take what help I could get. A few of the ditzy girls hung around. "You have five minutes, and no more, to undress. Here. In front of Me. Shower. And return to standing in front of me again. Is that clear, pet?" Not a 'hello' or a rush to hug or embrace and kiss. No. Straight to business. He liked that.He'd never undressed, neatly folded his clothes, showered and dried off so fast in his life. And now he was standing in front of Her as commanded. Organ straight and true and popping up and down with even the slightest of his movements. She stood and undid the.