My love life, if you could call it that, was generally pathetic and most girls turned me down for even just a date. So when this shy teenage knockout ...ot only agreed to date but agreed to marry, well I was over the moon. Neither of us particularly wanted to have c***dren, especially me.I took the usual ribbing about 'robbing the cradle' while thinking to myself that my friends were all just jealous that I married a very hot teenager, just out of high school. most of my 'friends' called me a. "Good morning, Mr. Blake." Tiffany pulls her skirt to mid-thigh, allowing me a view of her pink thong.Just then the rest of the class scurries to their seats in an attempt to beat the tardy bell. As the class period progresses, Tiffany teases me with glimpses of her thong and at one point, she drops her pen on the floor. As she bends to pick it up, I catch a glimpse of her pink lace bra.Tiffany is going to make what I have to say even more difficult than I thought. During the class, Tiffany. It made her feel vulnerable – not knowing what would be put in her mouth, or when. She was giving up control. But wasn't that a moot point? She shrugged mentally. She realized that she had no control whatever she did, so why pretend?The sudden insight made her shiver. A second one hit her spine when a cold, wet object slithered across her tongue. The double sensation went straight to her crotch. She closed her mouth over the morsel and sucked. The taste was salty, like the sea she imagined but. After few more mins she pressed herself on me harder than before. My cock cried hard to be set free. I had reached a point of losing it and I started kissing her on neck. The smell from her air was enough to knock me out. She just stood lifeless for few mins and entertained me. I took this as a ‘Yes’ and commenced my actions. I gave her tits a squeeze while kept kissing her. She responded lately and started letting out moans. From her boobs I glided my hands down to her pussy.To my surprise,.