We hadn't been having as much sex as we would have liked over the past month. It was all the usual mid-life stuff; too tired, too busy with the kids, ...too much work. It had got to the point where I had to bring it up with her and after some very mature and lengthy discussion we made a promise to make more time for each other sexually.That morning, Deborah had kissed me goodbye a little harder than normal and promised me that we were going to have 'lots of fun' when I came home and this was the. I am 5'10'', with pale skin and green eyes. My breasts are a C cup, and I'm slender but not Hollywood skinny. I kept my pussy clean-shaven, too.I climbed up on the table – an old gynecologist's setup – and put my feet on the stirrups. One of the men slathered my belly with a gel filled with nanites designed to make my skin stretch fast without tearing, which would also put the skin back to its previous state after everything was over. I believe it also made the skin more durable, too.Soon. “Please. You won’t even know he’s around,” Dr. Rossetti pleaded.“I’ve put him in the locker next to yours, and he’s in all your classes,” Mr. Palm said.“I’m not promising anything, but let’s see how today goes,” I offered.Pam had gotten him his lunch, and she’d come over to join my table.“I need to go play host. I’ll drop him off at the office after school,” I said, and then left them.I could tell that Darius didn’t want to introduce himself to the group, so I did it for him and then began. "I still feel bad about stepping on your foot. Can I try to make it up to you, say, by inviting to you to dinner?" "Well, clich? as it is, but I try never to decline a dinner invitation by a beautiful woman!"Since, as she put it, "her cooking skills were not all they could be", and "she had done enough damage to me already", we decided to head for a nice restaurant. Mhh, French cuisine. You can say about the French what you will, sometimes they can be proud, overbearing, arrogant even. But.