The older folks stayed around to enjoy the music and extend the day that they did something they would likely never do again. The barn was a beautifu... sight. Senior Hoak sat on a hard chair with a back, sucking on a pipe with his arms crossed in front, giving himself a hug. He looked as pleased as I had ever seen him, a hint of a smile crossing his face from time to time. Junior Hoak was busy dancing with the widows and spinsters. My own folks were slow dancing and gazing into each other’s. 'Is that why you had trouble in classes today?' 'Yes, sir.' 'I see you're having trouble sitting still. Do you want to take off the training belt?' he asked looking at Coach Gray. She didn't want to take it off but wanted to get on with her detention.'I guess so, sir.' she said meekly now. Coach walked over and picked up the bag he left in the corner. In it was a small therapy ball with two prongs on it much like the ones on the training belt. He showed it to her and she gasped. Then she. Taking her nipples into my mouth and gently sucking on them and giving them a nice little nibble. I began to wonder what her pussy is like. Is it shaved? Is there a line? Does she have a small patch? I stroke a little faster now. I envision a nice landing strip and began to eat at her pussy. Imagining her screaming my name with pleasure. Making me stroke faster. I lay her down and gently ease my cock into her extremely wet pussy. I began to wonder how tight it is. I pick up the pace on my. ’ Manuel wondered sometimes how the kids these days could think for themselves, or if they even could. ‘She wants to see you. She’s the Pastor’s wife, Manny… I can’t be mean to her.’ Rolling his eyes he pushed back from his desk and crossed his arms. ‘Send her in.’ Manuel waited for a few minutes and soon the blonde haired beauty, that was Elizabeth O’Malley, walked into his office. He watched her shut the door and he heard the door lock behind her. His brow cocked up as he waited to hear her.