In the faint light from the windows I could see her lubricants and my jism drooling and gleaming on her overheated flesh. The sight only accelerated m... second hard-on.I got the contraption I'd built and positioned it. I'd planned for just about everything - except for the effect of its weight on the mattress. I pressed her down into the bound-bolster with one hand and fit the fat tip of the dildo against her cunt. She rolled her lithe hips around and tried to suck it into her cunt. To no avail. Somehow Les made an "Eeeeey" sound while continuing to kiss me.I feigned surprise as I came to the ribbon. I pulled my head back, looked her in the eyes and said "What have we got here?"Les giggled and started to push me down towards the ribbon.I resisted when I came across her breasts. I spent a couple of minutes worshiping them with my lips and tongue, using my hand to pay attention to the one I wasn't currently licking and sucking. Les made appropriate noises, wiggled and pulled my head into. She didn’t want the kids to think that perhaps I had hired a professional escort to pretend to be my date, never to be seen again. We arranged to have lunch at a popular place half a block from school on the following Tuesday. She then kissed me good night and sent me on my way. In bed I went over the events of the evening while my hand was busy beneath the sheets. I tried to hold off as long as I could but I had only gotten up to the part where Christine was beginning to undo her swim suit. "Michael's right, this place has several quirks which make it interesting. But back to the Duvalles. It seems just prior to the Civil War, there was a family split at which time one half of the family turned in the other half for their slave-oriented activities. The locals hereabouts had a quick kangaroo trial and a mass hanging of Duvalles down at the parish courthouse. The remaining half of the family apparently moved down to New Orleans where they dropped the "e" on their name. I noticed in.