She'd defy his orders and take the bike out for another spin. This time she wouldn't tell him and would be home before he arrived.She quickly got dres...sed into her riding outfit. She combed her long hair and dusted her face with some rose powder and dabbed a little rouge onto her lips. Spritzed herself with a little lavender water and she was off. She packed a simple lunch, a cold beef sandwich, an apple and some biscuits and poured some hot tea into her little silver flask. She'd skip the wine. I didn’t feel I wanted to give them verbal instructions since that would take me out of the makeout session with the teenagers. Of course, though, that didn’t stop me from instructing the mothers. Almost immediately their hands joined mine on the cheerleaders’ asses.The mothers joined me in rubbing and caressing their daughters’ buns. In a moment, they inched their hands in position to pull the daughters’ panties down and off. They also flipped the extremely short skirts up, leaving the girls’. Personally, I think it would be better if no one remembered them beinganyone or anything else. It would be less confusing. But then, therewouldn't be anything for anyone to complain about. We'd just come inand do our jobs. Even if something were different when we went homethan it had been when we'd arrived, no one would ever notice anythingwas ever different.They don't let us get married without first getting permission. Theydon't really like the idea of excluding more people from. We started our marriage just doing the normal missionary positions, then we went to doggie style, then Carol took over. Carol liked to play with my body. Carol taught me that my nipples were extra hot-wired to my balls. She loved to lick, pinch, twist, and bite my nipples until I was begging to cum. She would also lick my balls and would move farther down until she gave me my first rim job that caused me to blow the biggest wad all over my stomach. I felt really bad the first time it happened.