‘I’m sorry Miss’ she said with a grin as she felt a soft hand rub over her firm bum then slip under her skirt, rubbing the white cotton panties ...that were covering her skin, the touch sending shocks of excitement through her body and making her heart pound in her chest with anticipation of what was to come. ‘I am going to teach you to not do your homework!’ the 29 year old blonde said as she rubbed her hand over the smooth cotton panties, softly she smiled as she spoke in an authoritative tone,. Paul was still fully clothed whereas his wife Darla and I were naked and weren’t as bothered by the outside temperature as he was. Nevertheless, we all went inside. Once in the den, Paul brought in a chilled bottle of wine for after dinner drinks for himself and Darla, and he brought me a tall highball of Jack Daniels and branch water. Darla and I sat next to one another on the couch and Paul sat across the room in a recliner where he had a good view of us as Darla fondled my cock playfully. Odd that I could sense the shift in his mood even though I’d only been with him for a couple of days. It was nearly time for us to leave this cabin, and the end of our time together. With tears once again pricking me painfully at the back of my eyelids, I went about the business of gathering things up and setting the cabin back to rights. Picking up the shredded remains of the beautiful peignoir, I pressed it to my nose, inhaling deeply, the mingled scents of his body and mine flooded my. Collecting baby supplies tended to negate the lack of a ring at the very least, putting the assumption that she was single at risk. At a minimum, one could assume that she was a mother -- and unwed mothers were a danger in and of themselves. They tended to be a wary adversary, for good reason -- and if you got in, well, that could be THEIR trap! But I was all in and a tactic had presented itself, so I slid forward into engagement range, wary, but committed.“You shouldn’t be buying that stuff.