Small rounded nose decorated by a small ring...she had an almost rustic charm. She had not smiled at me, or maybe there was a hint of smile on her fac...; as if she was mocking me. I was still standing there staring at that closed window for I remember not how many minutes, when the doorbell shattered my reverie. I was irritated with the thought of my landlord knocking at my door as he always did on Sundays, to check what I had made of his room and to collect the rent. With a smirk on my face, I. Miles looked on delightedly at the underage rebellion that was rather uncharacteristic from both of us. “So, Sybil,” he asked, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” “Because Sybil’s too picky,” my drunk, white clad best friend answered for me, “Sybil gets hit on by everyone but no one is good enough for Sybil.” As Lauren blabbered I watched Miles’ head turn to me and his gaze again fall on my cleavage. “That’s not true,” I half heartedly protested, giving a little wink to Miles. Miles put his. After a minute or so I could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes as she backed herself off my shaft, then resumed bobbing on my cock. Her hands moved from my ass to cup my balls and massage them as she sucked on me. Moving her head in long slow strokes, covering me from the tip of my cock all the way down to the base. Her hand gently massaging my balls at first then rolling them softly in her hand. My hands tightened up on her hair again as she slid down my shaft again. My hands. My favourite new thing to learn was scissoring - that was awesomely hot.It was quite an education. I had had no idea about a lot of these, but I found it all very exciting. Shelley said I was a great student, so I guess I felt ready to meet Sandra.At a few minutes to two, I was getting nervous. We walked down to Sandra's room. Shelley knocked. "Come in!" Sandra ordered. We opened the door and stepped in. "Close and lock the door." I turned and shut the door and turned the lock. "I'm Sandra,.