When I peeped through, I was shocked that she was holding a guy and leading him towards our master bedroom. The bedroom where I have spent so many nig...ts with her and where I have trained her to be a fuck machine. Now she has brought a machine for her enjoyment, a life machine rather.I stayed there standstill, and watched them fondling each other and entering my bed room. I listened her giggling so I could not control and went to peep through the closed door, from key hole. The scene was. And then it came. There was a message in my inbox from her. I opened and read it. She was interested in talking. I didn’t want to get my hopes up because it often started this way but then wouldn’t pan out. I replied to her message and we started texting. After a few days we decided to meet each other. We agreed to meet somewhere public and have a coffee or something. I almost couldn’t believe that this beautiful and sexy woman wanted to meet me but I kept my cool. I showed up at the coffee. Jill just shook her head and softly told me that she didn’t need anything. ‘That was the deal,’ she reminded me. ‘You teach me history and I teach you how to play.’ ‘But I get paid for teaching you,’ I countered. ‘It’s not fair for you to do all this work and get nothing for it.’ ‘It’s okay, I promise,’ she said. ‘I enjoyed the lesson today and you can think of yourself as a guinea pig.’ I laughed at the thought. ‘A guinea pig?’ Jill smiled sweetly as she explained that she was going to use me. .. it just couldn't be. And, she still felt so strange, what was wrong with her, even Peter's face seemed to be coming in and out of focus.Peter Goodge was elated, he knew that his aunt was stoned out of her gourd, even though she didn't know it, he could tell. He could see that he was really arousing her also, he could tell by the way her hands were fidgeting up and down her sweater. She seemed to have a far-away look on her face too, and her lips were moving almost as if she were talking to.