The first time we’d met, me a confused teen with no prospects of what to do with my life, let alone where I was going to sleep that night, her a sha...p and focused young woman working her way through a prestigious university. The first night we’d kissed under the mistletoe, not as lovers, but as friends sharing a moment. The first time we’d made love… oh, god, I’d finally met someone who loved to fuck as much as I did, who wasn’t afraid to try something new, adventurous and ‘forbidden’. Someone. Then nothing again. After 10 minutes or so I sent him another message. Why don't you tell me something about you. Age, body type, what your on here for? Then went back to checking out the new younger guys. Woke up the following day, had nothing else to do as it was my day off work, so of course did what any guy would. Went looking for cock. Have to admit I smiled when I saw a message from him. "I'm not old enough, please don't report me" I'm 16, blond hair normal body I think. Don't know what I. Verage, what's your next book about?"Okay, enough about me; Mr. Verage it was. I made a point of looking around the room, making sure that nobody was hiding under the desks. I swore the whole giggling class to secrecy. I made Mrs. Snyder double swear, to the delight of her students, and cross her heart. I looked around again."International spies," I whispered as loudly as I could.International terrorists, actually, but spies sounded like more fun, particularly at this age. Terrorists sold. .''and she giggled at my little 5inch hard cock''oh you horny, its soooo cuteee''i felt so shy as she touch me ''so small and cute, i like that cute small cock''''cant wait to see it in my panty''lifting me legs and smilling like a devilish little bratt sloding her panty on me ''wow i love this''''you are so cute ''she lay me down on her bed moved over me getting over my head facing my stomach her small smooth ass sitting right on my face, my head encusting in the mattrest under her weightshe.