He smiled, Why? I slapped his ass playfully, replying, Because you give head much more than you get it. But I like giving head, he shrugged, Why, do ...ou like it more than getting it? I dont mind, its just&hellip, youre like a bottom. He looked up at me, but I couldnt read his expression. I am a bottom. Nothing wrong with it. Wait, youve had sex before? No, I meant&hellip, urgh, you get what I mean. I got what he meant. Instead of just wanking off he preferred fingering and he preferred giving. C. Penny, and Montgomery Ward, this was so much better that any of their messages I had studied within their covers.Mrs. G stood to the side and bent over unfastening the garter clips holding her stockings and removed them one at a time, slowly rolling them down her legs before pulling them off her feet. She turned to face the window and me and reached behind her and unfastened the clips on the back of the belt and removed it. She briefly stroked her breasts and mons before removing her bra. Max slid into the empty seat, turning to see Missy’s eyes on him, a slight frown on her face. He shrugged and smiled, as if to say that this was not his idea, and looked forward again.“Mr. Xander, before I forget, grab a book from the shelf in the rear. You will need it.” Mr. Long called out, then stood up and circled the desk to the front, leaning back against it and crossing his arms over his chest.“Yesterday I asked you to read ahead in chapter twenty-two. Who can tell me what happens when. I can't do this ... not to her..."He traced the hollow between my breasts under mytop while looking at me."Becca's a fucking slut," he said, "I came up to me with another man's scent on her."That shocked me. No it couldn't be true, not Becca. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding."No ... you're wrong ... no..." I don't know..." I do ... and I know she's lying to me."He kept playing with my breasts."What does that have to do with me Michael?" Just relax ... baby ... oh you feel good ....