Rachael's breathing got heavier as Michael moved his lips to her butt.Michael stopped kissing when he reached her butt and gave them a firm squeeze.Th...y were more firm then Michael had imagined them to be.Michael grabbed,massaged and squeezed Rachael's butt slowly making the young girl wet between her legs. "ah...ah..."Rachael was moaning softly as she was having the new feeling of getting her butt squeezed by the strong hands of her piano teacher.Michael separated her butt cheeks and what. Oh to be young. In no time Bob was hard again. The only thing I was not a fan of was him asking me to brush my teeth. OK, so the boy does not like his own taste. But I do. On the wall of our marriage bedroom hangs a wedding picture. Me in pure white and Gus looking like nothing but a life support system for a dick. Oh so studly. Bob was taken by all this and I know it excited him as I saw him looking at the picture as he made his missionary entry into a wanton girl.At this time I told. I was thrilled to hear his voice on the phone. There was no complaint, no mulish sulking because he hadn't contacted me in a week. I zinged inside, my head whirring with excitement.'Hi darling, how are things?! I'm so pleased you called!' Paul listens. It is a critical moment. If he interrupts now, if he breaks my concentration, if he distracts me I will slap is face redraw. So he watches and waits as the tableaux of sex and master cock is played out once again. He watches me light up. It is as. But when he started sending gifts and dedicating songs to me on theradio I began to weaken. When a Mariachi band serenaded me under mybedroom window, I caved and let him into the house, vindicating myselfby claiming I did it to shut the band up and save my neighbours. But theupshot of it all was that Michael was back in my life, albeit withpromises he would never stray again. He did, obviously, two months laterin fact. I surprised him at home because he'd told me that him and hisroommates were.