Aaron can you go into the kitchen and get the brown box on the side please?" Aaron walked out and Michael sat sipping his drink. His mind was working...overtime as he didn't know what to do. While Aaron was out of the room Melissa said "I also know that you have been trying on my clothes secretly and wanking when I have been out. I have a few files showing you doing this because I set up a camera in the spare room, do you want me to send them to you so you can see?" Michael looked at Melissa and. He gasped at its stiffness, an effect, for which Dorothy was solely responsible. God, he did not know what was turning him on, but he thought it must be something to do with Mrs. Chester. It was something he hadn’t, as a younger boy, noticed before. She was hot, but he couldn’t work out how. He heard her at the front door, as he slowly stretched his foreskin, hard, back and forth, as quietly as he could. He tried not to breath loudly, even though all he wanted to do was to moan with the. “God, that was wicked!” Tony’s voice was breathless. I could feel the sticky wetness of his cum cover my pussy and had to agree. “That was only the beginning,” Allie whispered loud enough for me to hear and stowed his shrinking cock back in his briefs. “Just wait until tonight.” He buttoned his trousers and buckled up his belt himself. Allie stepped in front of me and smirked. “Was that what you dreamed of?” “Not exactly,” I whispered and looked to the side, my cheeks again blushing madly. “But. Fortunately, I didn’t get called on and managed to take down all the assignments. On the way out of school, Cassie Schneider stopped me and told me she’d like to pick me up at 4:30pm on Friday for the dance. She said to wear dark jeans with the cuffs turned up and a red shirt. She was going to dress as Daisy May.“But it’s November, won’t you be cold?”“I’ll wear leggings for dinner, but the gym should be warm enough to wear just the skirt.”“OK. See you Friday at 4:30pm.”“OK.”I headed home on the.