I let him do some things that might hurt so he could learn as I had. Some lessons in life have no effect unless learned the hard way, especially for b...ys. I never let him do dangerous stuff, but I always explained why. My parents had done the same with me, and I had learnt that Ryan was no different to me in this respect.I tended to be more of a loner, but I did have a couple of good mates when I grew up. I hadn’t thought much about them in the last couple of years as we had gone our separate. I make coffee and switch to my yoga clothes. Which are just slightly more comfy than my sleeping clothes. Yoga thongsare hard to come by. I work out my booty until my muscles burn. That sensation always leaves me with a weird taste in my mouth. One that desires cock in my mouth. Oh what can one do?' Hey, Daddy'. I message a random older man from grinder. He looks sweet, like he hides easter eggs for his grandc***dren. He then replies,'He yourself, sissy. What are you doing?"'I'm all dressed up. Miss Jasmine leaned against her desk amused at their antics. Watching all those bare pussies started getting her excited and she felt her panties getting wet. She didn't say nor do anything, especially since she didn't want to break the no teacher/student fraternizing rule.The girls caught on and knew the teacher was watching them closely. The next week they again left their panties off. This time, while doing their routines they noticed the teacher watching them with interest. Then the girls. ..oh the hell with the what if's I will simply sit here and enjoy it while it last. Pulling the blanket over us both as to not draw attention, I reached down and unzipped my pants, allowing my cock to spring forth, landing into her hand. I lifted my hands back above the blanket so as to look innocent, which I was far from. Tilting the seat back, and lowering the food tray to hide my erection, I was pleasantly surprised when I felt a soft grip around my cock, I was even more pleased when I felt.