Beth, now discarding her charade of being only a passive participant, reached inside Erins pajama bottoms. Erin wasnt wearing panties. She found the m...ist slit with her finger and commenced to give Erin the same type of pleasure that she was receiving. The only thing that would make this better is if we had a boy here with us., said Beth. Like, really. Except the boys I know would blab all over school. Or, you could end up like Melissa Harris – pregnant! Yeah… you ever done it with a boy?, Beth. There was a disused school house, formerly the church school, in the grounds of the Rectory and I elected to stay there, with my men. However I did accept dinner invitations to the Rector’s table from time to time, to express my gratitude for the offer.The Rectory household consisted of the rotund, red faced, Rector and his slim, shy, timid looking wife, who was at least twenty years younger than the cleric. Added to these was a curate, a spindly looking youth, who laboured under the twin evils. As far as Susan and I are concerned, everything is perfect, though we might want to make a few minor adjustments as we become more accustomed to living this way. The two robot mules were simplicity itself to drive. It was possible to command them to follow the road and snooze with the assurance that there would be no problems. I am not afraid to go anywhere with Jeff in this vehicle.”To show them that we knew what we were doing, we even made a day-trip with Sarah and James to prove that we. Naked to the waist, we face each other and reach for the snaps on our jeans. The stillness in her room is fractured by the sound of two zippers unclasping in tandem. She has to wiggle her hips before her cutoffs slide to floor. My jeans fall straight to my ankles.She wears no underwear. Neither do I.Free of restraint, my cock bounces like a demented yo-yo. She watches and unconsciously runs the tip of her tongue along the edge of glossy lips. An involuntary shiver courses down my spine, through.