The old bench was built pretty well with straps strong enough to secure any person unlucky enough to be put over it. One look at the bench and you kne... it wasn’t a toy, this thing meant business. People always stopped and looked at the bench and the customers seemed to really get a kick out of it. The bench helped support the theme and it was a great conversation piece for the Cafe. The customers would often go over and take selfies next to the bench and occasionally someone would actually try. A short while later her mom was leaving in this hot ‘fuck-me’ outfit that exposed just about everything in the right ways. She lip kissed Jessi and kissed me on the cheek. The door closed and Jessi was already running to her room. So I thought… I went chasing her and found her in her mom’s room on a huge bed looking very playful in her outfit. What was really interesting was the mirror on the ceiling above the bed. I was wearing a mini-cut t-shirt and short, short denim shorts that I thought. That day, I wore my pants a bit lower to my waist exposing the elastic on my underwear saying “JOCKEY” out loud. And I purposefully wore a tight t-shirt that barely reached till my waistline.In between the class, I raised my hand as if I was stretching and exposed my underwear and abdomen to my milf teacher. I saw her taking a peek when I faked closing my eyes when stretching.Suddenly, things took a turn. It was as if Beena had decided to start teasing me. She grabbed the nightie with a whole. How your lips felt on mine as I kissed you and how you kissed me back even harder when Al reached around from behind you and slipped his hands under your halter top. You moaned in passion as he caressed your breasts and untied the back straps of the halter. As we walked back to Al’s tent you seemed to lose track of anything around us. You were focused only on your own pleasure. When we talked later, you told me that you don’t remember much about what happened. I do! I’ll never forget that walk.