So,what are we doing today, Mrs. McNally?" Ooh, you'll love me for this!" she said excitedly. "We're doing ...VERB CONSTRUCTION!!!"Groaning, Cal looke... down to the poem that Tawny gave him. Why is sheso familiar to me? He thought as he opened the crinkled sheets of paperbound together by hot pink yarn. On the upper right-hand corner was thetitle and information: "Sometimes, a poem by Tawny Jameson. For Lydia."He began reading,"Sometimes I wonderWhat would I have turned out to beIf I had. It hurts and you pull back. When you do, you notice that someone is standing directly behind you. He is tall and strong and you notice that he is very close to you; too close.You turn to look at his face, but he grabs your neck and keeps you looking forward. He tells you to keep looking at the woman talking to you. She has now got her hand up under her shirt and is pinching her nipples. As you stare at her, the man behind you reaches under your coat and begins to stroke your breasts. He pinches. I took one of her boobs out and pressed it hard and started to suck her by rolling my tongue all over her nipples.She then made me stand and told to remove my pants. In no time she started taking my dick inside her mouth and started doing a nice blowjob. It was feeling so good I cummed in her mouth in no time.She looked at me and smiled and asked me how it was. I just hold her face and kissed it. She stopped me and said she wanted the same pleasure from me.She just lifted her nighty till her. “Sure” as he moves closer to me. I reach out to feel the plastic, his cock is still pulsating, as it continues to grow. It stops at about 6”. My intrigue leads to action – I take his cock firmly in my hands, and start to wank my friend. Slowly at first, but by impulse, Mark starts to thrust his hips forward into my hands. I move my hand faster as his abdomen muscles tense. I know what’s about to happen, and my curiosity has gotten the better of me. I keep pumping his cock, until with one.