” Then she paused and screwed up her face, looking at me sadly. “It’s just that we don’t get around to it as much as we used to I guess.” �...�Mandy!” I squawked, nearly fully awake at this point. “Come on, that’s personal.” “Well, you know, we’ve been together seven years, of course things are bound to cool down a little,” explained my wife hurriedly. “That’s between the two of us,” I complained. “You shouldn’t talk about it in front of guests.” “You are right, dear, I’m sorry, let’s change. " My knickers, you mean." No, Miss, we knew that some days, when it was very hot, you didn't wear any knickers. So we used to flip a coin to see who would sit in the pole desk." Good grief! And I genuinely thought vou were keen to learn!" We were, Miss - just nothing about English, that's all!"I pulled over to the side of the road and put my emergency flashers on."It seems that all my secrets are well and truly out, doesn't it, James?" I put my hand on hisstrong young thigh, and he jumped - but. The culprit? Her sneaky fingers. ‘Holy fuck. What a dream,’ was all Lena could say. She groaned to herself, wishing that was all true, then realizing it wasn’t. What a disappointment. She rolled out of bed anyway, and began to get ready for the day. Starting off with brushing her teeth and washing her face, finishing with a surprise poke from Mackenzie. ‘So, how did you sleep,’ she asked. ‘Better than I thought I would,’ Lena winked. The two of them quickly got dressed for the day. Leading down. I could feel Mrs. Baker's hand touch my thigh, my crotch, and then rest lightly on the huge bulge in my underwear. I wanted to scream "NO!" so badly, but I just couldn't. I fondled her breasts and listened to her breathing get deeper and deeper.I felt her hand slide inside my underwear."Betty? Wait..."I felt her breast push back into my mouth, silencing me, as her fingers surrounded the base of my stiff cock. With a little tug, she pulled it out and gently began stroking it.I thought, "Jesus.