Most of the other teachers were 50-60+ but Ms Writ was easily in her mid to late 20s. She had pure white straight hair that reached her lovely, round ...utt and a bust big enough that she couldn’t do up all of the buttons on her low-cut blouse. The best thing though was she never wore a bra and always wore tight and thin tops.For the first class I put my bag in the changing room, removed my shirt, trousers, shoes and socks, swapped my glasses for goggles and rushed out to look at Ms Writ,When I. I'm a big boy now and how much I drink, how much I smoke, and how I spend my money is my business, not yours. You're my sister and I love you, and you're my manager and I respect you on that level, but you're not my mother or my nanny and I'll thank you to keep your nose out of my personal life." Jake, I don't want to see you destroy yourself," she said. "You're heading down a road you don't really want to travel." What's the matter?" he asked her. "Afraid your meal ticket is gonna stop. “He is such a goofball,” Di said as I closed the door after we both came inside my house.“Can I stay here and live with you?” she asked.“I had an idea for an excursion of sorts,” I said.“What’s the plan, Jeffrey?”“After all the trouble and mess from last year, I wanted to find out more about my genealogy; my dad, your dad and whoever else we stumble across?”“Like a mystery, who’s buried where?”“A little like that, but much more. We can drive from place to place, looking for gravestones and. "what is that, thirteen inches!?" "fuck! don't i wish!" I laughed loudly. "Ten, dude." He was in total shock and he reached for it slowly. I let out a soft moan when his warm sweaty hand grabbed the base of my shaft. "Its so thick." he rubbed his slowly, and my balls started to hurt. Seriously hurt, like someone had driven hot irons through them. I screamed in pain and grabbed my nuts. He pulled his hand back in fear and moved away from me on the bed. "I'm sorry! what's wrong? are you.