.. or incest?The first was OK, if a touch unsettling. I mean, assuming it's OK to have sex with yourself, which, discounting masturbation, was sort of...an open question and not one that anyone else who wasn't a contortionist would ever have to try to answer. But when I was doing it, I was still me, not him. When Neeka and I had been experimenting with mind-mingling, we'd indulged in some deeply intimate lovemaking where neither of us could really say whose body it was doing what to whom. It was. In Gemma's defence I concede the 'betrayal' by Harry Ledbetter would have come as a shock, and a blow to a self-esteem which appeared pretty low to start with. I suppose a smidgen of blame for the less than stellar consummation could be laid at my door. I had been shagging the same woman for five years, and it takes a little time to get used to a new sex partner.It could be compared to a golfer playing a round at a new golf course, where he has to suss out the different challenges of the as yet. I missed 1 small section and Sir found it. “I Thought you were told to be completely shaved.”“Yes sir, I'm sorry, please allow to me to go fix it.” “Nope, I will take care of it right now.” He pulls out his knife which he keeps sharp enough to shave with, we have tested this in the past and have never been cut once. “Stand completely still. Kend, would you please hold her pussy lips open for me?”I feel Kend's fingers wrap around me from behind then run up my lips just barely teasing my moist. For minutes, we tried to outdo each other, our necks straining, our tongues probing. She suddenly stopped, pulled away, and walked to the classroom door. She locked the door and quietly turned the knob assuring that there would be no intrusions. She then turned off the lights and the windowless classroom became pitch black again. A few seconds later a dim light emerged from the ceiling. Maria adjusted the level of the recessed lighting just enough so that the vague yellowish light was.