Kara’s breathing was slow and steady, almost like she was asleep.“Steve?” Kara said, finally stirring. “Did I really say the ‘F’ word at d...nner in front of Joyce?”“Yes, you did,” I chuckled.“Oh no! I can’t believe I did that!” she exclaimed, burying her face in her hands.“Not only that, but you and Joyce even joked about a threesome.”“Oh no!” she wailed, “What is she going to think about me?”“Nothing. Not a darn thing. She was teasing and joking with you. She won’t think less of you. Heck, I. Fuck me harder! Deeper. Oh, shit!” Directly above Chad’s cock, Ashley massaged my clitty. I thought my head might explode. Every time my son’s cock banged into me, her fingers pressed harder against my clitty. A coiling tension in my tummy and my cunt drew tight and suddenly snapped, releasing a stunning orgasm. My hips jerked. Chad stopped for some reason, his hard cock still inside me, and my cunt convulsed into Ashley’s hand. I hadn’t quite stopped shaking when Chad resumed drilling me.. I stood there silent, fearing another slap, as his hands explored me. Our silent dance went on for several minutes as he continued his molestation. Finally, his hands met on my breasts and then followed down my sides until he firmly held my hips. I was just starting to wonder what the hell this was all about when I realized what he had done with my baby oil."Oh my God!!" I gasped as his oiled cock slid into my pussy in one stroke. The sudden intrusion was more shocking than my first assault. Shockingly, there were xylophone-like instruments adorned with flashing Christmas lights. Through all of this, most everybody sipped coconut milk. My remaining students were a pleasure to teach, despite their perhaps universal desire to talk and laugh in class. Almost all of the students were the offspring of local farmers and fisher-folk. A senior American teacher, (a fat and jolly old Alaskan of keen intelligence,) suggested that music was a good technique for teaching Thais. So I designed.