I jump at the very first sound of it. I pick up the receiver. "Mac's ten minutes." The line goes dead before I can answer. I panic. I don't have time ...o change. I pull my jeans on and a jean shirt over my leotard. I pull into the lot. I look for the truck. I spot it in a dark corner. I walk in and see Pete. He points to the truck and gives me a sign of five minutes. I rush out to the truck. I open the door and see Amber in her usual pose. She has jeans on with a red silk top. I see her feet. As soon as I get your pants and boxers down, I drop to my knees and gently take your dick in my hand and start to stroke it. I lick your shaft up and down, swirling my tongue around the head. Then I slowly wrap my moist lips around the head your dick, still swirling my tongue around. Teasingly I start to rub your balls slowly with just the tips of my fingers.I moan as I feel you pull my hair and say “Such a good little teacher’s pet, but you know you’re going to have to do better than what you. Her cunny lips were a yummy chocolate brown and contrasted perfectly to the coral red inner cleft, already quite opeb from the excitement and shame of the former penance. It was a pity to lock those delicacies away without a lick or a touch, but for the time being I had to save her charms from the ruddy hands of the lusty boy. Then I sent for the lad to rectify the happenings in the barn at last. Cleverly I mounted the long mirror in my punishment corner not to miss and lascivious detail. »She. With freedom from breastfeeding, diaper changing, midnight baby cry awakening via "the pill", my seminal sexual yearnings re-emerged. First, it was a new dress or lingerie, then a special dinner with wine, then dancing, and best, with all these ending on our marriage bed.Our sex, while vanilla, was again satisfying and sketches in the book, Joy of Sex, told us how to experiment for different flavors. The changing sexual culture swirling around us, however, also shook our marital bed with ideas.