Carol made the next move. She broke away, pulled off her thong and lay down on the sofa. When she spread her legs, her Brazilian trim was displayed to... perfection. I sensed she was not in the mood for foreplay and was keen to fuck. My intuition was right, I slid into her with ease and began thrusting into her very wet pussy. I got a good pace going and was rewarded by her wrapping her legs around me and drawing me in. Her pussy felt good and contracted around my hard cock. Neither of us was. The first thing she did was rub my buttocks quite affectionately.“I’ve always liked the tautness of a young man’s backside.” Young man? I was only about nine or ten years behind her in age. Nevertheless, I preferred this to getting fired. And my erection, which had wilted after I was caught a couple of minutes earlier, came back almost instantly.After a little more of her squeezing and fondling my rear, she reached for her ruler. I looked back over my shoulder to see her gazing at it.She. When she skipped a line, they’d continue without her. When she resumed, their volume increased, their pace speeding up.Lisa had an odd idea. Holding her hands up, she stopped, and the zombies gathered around as she removed and opened her backpack, extracting her princess dress and tiara. She revealed her treasure to ensure they wouldn’t respond negatively, and ignoring their vacant stares, she stripped and changed.Soon she walked backwards, leading the trailing zombies in a sing-song dance. It simply wasn’t in the cards. And we’d had plenty of opportunity to play cards together and with Dennis and Abby Hopkins. Our children were a major topic of conversation.But as I looked out at all the kids in Crystal Lake on Labor Day, I was filled with the sudden awareness and ... dread ... that we were no longer dealing with children. We were dealing with young, beautiful, hormone-driven teens. When I saw Hannah get off Brian’s shoulders and give him a kiss on the cheek, it was sweet. But.