It was just holding our naked bodies together and whispering as we kissed that was important.Yeah. We made love. How could I hold that beautiful naked...girl next to me and not get a little carried away? I was focused on her, though, and just wanted to give her the pleasure she deserved. Her wanting me to come in her was a bonus.I didn’t get as much opportunity to baby her Saturday afternoon after the game. We had five other girlfriends who wanted to play with her and love her. It seemed that. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the best test scores and well behaved schools.Leah had taught her first year in an inner city school and came home crying nearly every night. It wasn't anything like her internship teaching which had been in a nice county school. The inner city was brutal. And scary. Leah had wanted to reach. "About David thinking you are hot? Yes, perfectly serious." I was serious about John fancying you too," said Barbara. "Are we suggesting what I think we are suggesting?" said Doreen."I think so, but not sure if the men would go ahead with it." But if they did how would you feel about your husband fucking me?" asked Doreen."I wouldn't mind if your David was shagging me," replied Barbara.The women came to the conclusion that they were both very much up for it but then it was a question of whether. The need to eat. And a quid pro quo for the coaching. Unbelievably she found herself accepting. As they waited for their food they were both amazed at how easily they chatted. About studying. About friends. About politics. About cooking. About music. In fact about anything. Suddenly she remembered something. ‘What practice was it you missed, Jock?’ He coloured slightly. ‘Oh, it was nothing really. A couple of friends and I are doing a concert at the end of the semester and we usually practice.