Our exam had a bit of the usual grammar, what did you think of this etc but the main task was a composition ‘Write a love letter to the girl/boy of ...our dreams, 2-3 pages’. The girl of my dreams sat two in front of me, I’d sat behind her all year, looking at that fiery red-head and wishing my tongue could at least talk to her. Vague ideas of other things to do with my tongue from some of the erotic stories I’d read, but knowing how unlikely that was. I worked through the secondary tasks and. Lexi sighed and set the note aside, told the house to allow the hatchlings in whenever they wanted then fixed herself a cup of tea, even though spring was just around the corner it was still quite chilly. Finishing her tea she took a deep breath and went to talk to Riley, maybe she could convince the Uncle that he really didn’t want to work for her.“Miss Lexi, I’m pleased that you have responded so promptly” Riley said as Lexi appeared in the foyer, next thing she knew she had been ushered into. Xander closed his eyes. ‘Mom, Dad help me. What do I do?’ Xander got no answer which he knew he wouldn’t. Jesus was he going crazy now as well. he was just about to return to the kitchen when in the back of his mind he heard ‘Kiss the girl.’ Xander stopped in his tracks, then instead of turning right into the kitchen he turned left towards the car park. Within half an hour Xander was home. He went straight to the shower, shaved and changed. He looked in the mirror and at least he recognised the. As my orgasm gathered momentum my legs and arms began to falter making my rhythm erratic, but Shaun soon remedied this with his strong hands on my waist and bounced me through the final stages of a huge wet orgasm. I must have drenched Shauns cock from the juice I could feel seeping from my hole. I was pulled up off Shaun by Neal and bent over the arm of the horrible greasy sofa, my bare skin rubbing against it leaving black marks on my stomach and left breast. Neals cock was roughly entered.