"Jimmy Reardon, is that you?"I turned to look at the woman from the front lawn. I almost didn't recognize Ms. Baker, my math teacher. When at school s...e always had her blonde hair up in a tight bun, her dark rimmed glasses framing her blue eyes and a jacket and skirt combo not showing off any of her womanly charms. The typical "schoolteacher" look stereotyped in all the current television programs. This was a new to me Ms. Baker. She was wearing a Boston baseball cap with her long blonde. ”“I should work out more.”Our flesh slapped like waves of applause in a theater in which we were both the stars and the audience. I turned my face to meet his kisses, helpless and vulnerable, and for the first time, completely happy, frolicking in his arms like a wanton wood nymph.The symphony of slapping flesh, cries, moans, grunts heaving breath reached a crescendo. Uncontrollable forces conquered both of our bodies. I heard my voice rise involuntarily from within me in a wordless language. Obviously just as turned on, Anne tore off her dress, revealing a set of rather sexy undies. Although, as I said previously, a little overweight, she looked pretty damn sexy to me! She pulled down the straps of Victoria's nightie, exposing her breasts and nipples which she quickly started pulling and sucking. This put my wife in a frenzy. Her nipples have always been fairly sensitive, but this was a whole new ball game! She started writhing around the bed in a way I had only seen before when. "What?"I lifted her onto the table. "Spread your legs Maggie and show me where it tingles."Maggie's swollen pussy lips glistened. Numerous shimmering globules of arousal dotted her lips. I placed my hands on her legs, mid thigh, pushing them gently apart."Show me where it tingles, Maggie," I said as I placed both palms close to her swollen outter folds.Resting on one elbow, she peered between her tits at me as her right hand slid along her taut abs, stopping just short of her swollen clit. .