My pussy was tingling with the expectation that something forbidden was about to happen. I could understand how people get addicted to peeking in wind...ws at night. The risk of getting caught heightens the excitement -- but so does the uncertainty of what might happen. Henry didn't disappoint. Soon his fingertips tweaked his nipples while he cooed into the phone. I mirrored him with my own fingers. He leaned forward and slipped off his T-shirt. I was actually a little disappointed to see that. He startled me. It was my English teacher. He grabbed my arm to stop me falling and for an instant I could have sworn his fingers had grazed my nipple.Instantly my face reddened. I could feel the heat right down to my toes. I wrangled from his grasp and ran back into school feeling stupider than ever. What would he think of my reaction to his help? He couldn’t have realised his blunder with his fingers, besides he was my teacher! And as my nipples hardened in reaction to his gentle graze I knew. Of those 19, 1 of them is my long time friend. I stop at the liquor store for booze for mixed drinks. I invite Tyrone over 45 minutes early to help get ready picking up some supplies 3- 12oz tubs of anal lube, a ring gag, some Velcro bondage restraints and finally 2 brand new pair of men's pantyhose. Just a typical Grad night, right? . Ray tells me to go put the pantyhose on, Tyrone mixes the drinks and finally uses the restraints to tie me down to the kitchen table. He puts the ring gag in my. I loved looking at her when we made love. Her expressions, her sounds, her smells, the way she tasted. Everything about her turned me on. It was always a struggle for me, not to cum right away. I always tried to wait for her to at least have one orgasm. Once again I pulled out, this time dropping to my knees in front of her beautiful pussy. I know she liked me going down on her almost as much as I loved doing it. She always tasted so good, with the slightest scent of coconuts. My tongue slid.