I was a little confused because this was almost the same kind of jobs I’d been doing as assistant director at camp. But camp didn’t have stage man...agers and the AD filled both roles. All I had to be really careful of is making sure my cue book was always up to date and that I didn’t accidentally step into the AD’s space.And that’s how I spent my fall term. Reading, writing, running errands, and getting horny. I thought back on the days I could count on a girl coming to my room for condoms and. "The first few times are always a bit traumatic, but then you'll see the pleasure." The words were hollow comfort to allay the pain I was enduring. My mother stroked and kissed and that seemed to mildly distract me. I kissed and suckled her breasts which were now very slick with sweat. All three of us were a trio of various pitched grunts, groans, and sighs. "I was pretty sore too after my first time," said my mother. "As well for me," Matthew said merrily. "It was with my baseball coach. He looks down to see Kayla’s hand enclosing on his already hard cock. He was dreaming of doing to her what he did to Riley just a few hours earlier. Not seeing Riley, he asks, “Where did Riley go?”“She went to go take a shower,” she answers with a grin. Both her hands begin moving, one slowly stroking his cock and the other moving between her thighs. “She offered for me to join her, but I figured I’d stay here and wait for you to wake up.” She spreads slightly and he sees her hand resting on. “Mother Rebecca, my grandfather is asking for you. Can you come to him?” Rebecca was thrown at what she assumed was an honorific she would only have thought of in a Catholic sense. Nonetheless, she nodded.“He is back from his daily walk?” she asked.“He lay down after breakfast and has not left his bed since. Grandmother is worried. Father Wesley, he will wish to see you as well, but asks for a few minutes with Mother Rebecca first, if you do not object.”“Of course. Perhaps you and I can talk.