It was Bette who was behind the wheel. Bette handled the large camper like a pro and within minutes we were speeding up the highway. The camper drove ...s silent and as smooth as any coach I had driven in. The view I had was fantastic of this flat land with hardly any vegetation to be seen higher than two feet tall as far as the eye could see.After two hours driving and having passed through no towns, villages or even seen a house, Bette pulled off the highway down a dirt track which was marked. I took hold of it carefully. It was quite a beautiful instrument. All the varnish on the neck was warn smooth from years of playing. The guitar was in remarkable condition save for areas like the neck which were warn smooth from years of loving use."Do you have a favorite Beatles album?" I asked."Rubber Soul." She answered."Really? Mine too." I was surprised in a very good way.I held the gorgeous old Martin and began to strum as the gorgeous young Cheryl looked on."I just seen a faceI can't. My hands are in front of her, one caressing her belly, the other gripping your erection.I squeeze your cock hard, you gasp, she pinches your nipples.“Kneel,” she commands, “I want to feel your tongue on me.”You obey, holding her thighs as she spreads her legs a little. You push your tongue up against her, probing. She leans back as I hold her breasts. She slips down her straps, allowing my hands full access. My cock is still sliding between her legs, the head throbbing against her clitoris. I. Ryan, sitting next to her, nudged her and asked, "Are you OK Miss Hauser?" Sandy, awoken from her arousal, nodded and looked down at the attendance sheet. She continued calling names but it didn't matter what the answer was. Sandy was on autopilot. It took all of her concentration to keep from climaxing. Homeroom was the shortest period, lasting only 15 minutes. Almost as soon as she finished roll the bell rang and the students rushed out to their first class. Sandy had a few minutes reprieve.