Not only was this not the the first time, this session had been started way before I came in. Intrigued, I continued to watch. Slowly, Paul's hand beg...n to knead and roll the tight muscles of James' ass. With one hand on one side and the other working the opposite side, Paul rubbed in wider and wider circles, pulling that tight ass open. From my vantage point, I had the best seat in the house. I was sitting partly to the side. I could see EVERY thing. Watching, as he pulled those ass check. She had to kneel high enough to hold it over his legs and then try to push her head down far enough to reach his cock.She couldn’t do it. Maybe when he was erect she might be able to encompass the head with her lips but in the half-erect, half-limp position, the head was down between his legs. She struggled with her position, stretching and twisting to try to improve it, but got nowhere.When she tried pressing the edge of the plank against his thighs, Alex snarled, ?Hey. Watch it. That board. “What you been up to these days?” asked Claude.“Business,” said Clarence as he arched a perfectly thrown ball through the netless steel hoop.“Business, huh? By the looks of things, you’ve been doing pretty well. Is that you’re Cadillac Escalade over there?” Claude pointed to a brand-new bulky SUV parked at the edge of the playground, its jet black body and chrome rims illuminated against the dented slides, swings, and jungle gyms in disrepair, the kiddie rocking horses rusted and. Rampton’s appearance -- my height if I scrunched over, hair in need of a barber, usually the same sports coat -- might have explained him being single. Not gay or anything, as we know by how a guy talks to us. Mr. Rampton was actually funny sometimes, but most missed it. He was quiet, for a teacher at least, but then again, some of us were quiet for students.Part of why we liked Mr. Rampton -- and probably why he wasn’t hitched -- was his penchant for strange things, which to us made him not.