Like a pro (I already was, at age 13) I worked my pink friend up, down and around my crotch area, gyrating with energy. I slid that dildo up inside m... dripping pussy like I knew what I was doing. Slowly at first, I pushed it all the way in as far as it would go, then I gradually pulled it back out, then back in again. What a rush!I grabbed my toy with both hands, and increased my stroke, faster and deeper, trying to give the performance of a lifetime. Uncle Clyde was great motivation.My. "Mr. Harris, the fellow you replaced, he could only do two, but you're bigger and younger." You mean sex, right?" I asked brightly.She nodded. "The locals are rednecks and ignorant, and most of the other teachers are too old or too married. We're all horny and there are very few lesbians."I shook my head."Anyway, we would sign up out there on your list, but we wanted to know whether it should be two or three per office hour." She smiled."I'll let you know on Monday," I said, completely. Even Rod hardly ever does that.” I filed that away for the future.Every third evening we got better acquainted. No more nude cuddling unfortunately but still good company. Finally, Traci, under the influence of more wine than usual, confided, “I’m not as innocent as I might appear, you know.”“What do you mean?” I responded.Her voice was a bit slurred, “The sex I had before Rod was with an older guy I babysat for. He taught me a lot. Because of that I appreciate older men. I’m not really afraid. Charlotte blushed beet red - she HAD been caught! They had to walk past the woman who, when they got close, reached out and lightly touched her arm. "Hang onto him, sweetheart - not every man is as romantic as yours is!" she said quietly. Then she left and Peter and Charlotte looked out over the city, Charlotte in front of him wrapped happily in his strong arms.After a little while, they left the Observatory and headed back into town. By now it was about 4:00 pm and too late to go see anything.