’ Sure. If Carla wanted to say her panties were like a swimsuit, I wasn’t going to argue. So I climbed on the bed, pulled down the floss-string, t...hen mounted Carla from behind. My erection quickly grew steel-hard within her as I rammed into her. I looked down and saw Carla’s face half-buried into a pillow. She clutched another pillow with her fingernails. Directly below me, I watched my slick penis slide in and out, her buttocks jiggling and trembling with each of my flesh blows. Carla’s hands. I needn't have worried, i liked them right away, both in their late fifties, early sixties, i was 30 years old so a fair age gap, Scott was a fine looking gent and Janet still had her looks, i imagined she must have been a real head Turner in her day, she was still a good looking woman, and probably still turning men's heads, it was hard to believe they were a couple of swingers, but that's what they were, and they were going to look after us and help us, Willie, realise his fantasy, a. This was after all a new life. Week After ThanksgivingOver the weekend I talked to the house mother about makeup and hair and things like that. My skin tone was not pure pale white like Donna. That was weird because I had blonde hair. The house mother and Donna both agreed I didn't need makeup most of the time. My skin had a tone that looked to me like native american. I looked wholesome with no makeup. My hair was not bleached. My eyes were bright blue. I asked about makeup because I found. I decided to ask him why we spent so much time on sexual mechanics and so little on love. "After all, it's just intercourse."He frowned. "Remember to watch your language, young lady."I blushed. "I'm sorry. I mean, it's just fucking."Steve looked at me for a long time. Then he spoke. "I'm going to tell you a love story about a girl named Sephy. Sephy was a freshman Program girl the first year I taught here. She was just 14. I was only 23 myself, and even I was a little nervous, but she was.