I sat down and tried to pull my clothes back together. Megan Styles, sitting across the aisle, waved two safety pins in the air. When Mrs. Stanton nod...ed, Megan knelt in front of me and pinned my shirt together but I noticed her fingers seemed to dawdle as they touched my still erect member. Or was it my imagination?I thanked Megan for her help and tried to turn my attention to class work. If I let my mind think about Megan, who was a budding beauty in her own right, I'd never get rid of this. She looked a lot like the girl next door. I couldn’t imagine paying my next door neighbor to take off her clothes.“Okay Eve, whats your husband going to say when he finds out?” I asked.“You should have called so I could watch,” she said.“That kind of shit is not for grownups,” I replied.“That’s why I’m not going to call him,” she said standing to walk away.I was pretty sure the Eve liked to be watched. Why else would she suggested we invite Jenny to join us.“Bad idea,” I said pulling her tee. All I know for sure is that I don’t like this.”“Well, that’s good. Obviously we are on the right track then.”, said Betty as she closed her notebook and sat back in her chair. She surveyed the other ladies and said: “Are we ready, then?”The ladies all nodded in agreement. Then Betty turned her attention back to me. “Ok, we have talked this over and decided what we are going to do. We are going to give you one chance, and one chance only, to keep this secret from your sweet wife going. We had, in that moment, locked together."How about a dance?" she asked, and I felt the sparks fly as she took my hand to lead me to the dance floor. Latin rhythms were pulsating on the dance floor, and I felt her firm hand on the small of my back. We pulled close, and I could feel that she was packing, a big phallus strapped under her leather jeans,. As it pressed against my pubic bone, I felt myself go weak in the knees, safe in the knowledge that she would never let me fall.When we got back.