”“Come on, Woodtick. You said we could have a real conversation.”“Fair enough.”The sat on the patio furniture. Each cracked open a can of be...r.“I ain’t mean to call you a faggit. I was just worked up,” the father of two shared.“It’s cool. I’m not mad.”“I don’t hate y’all or nothin’. I just don’t want y’all puttin’ all your lifestyle in my face.”“How are we doing that?”“I mean y’all walk around holdin’ hands now. On every TV show.”“How does that affect you personally?”“I just don’t wanna see. “Hey, what are you doing?” Philip cried out, taking a step forward. Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself. Slightly bent in the back, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking: “She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this ugly bandage is a serious obstacle. I’m going to like that. We are going to spend great. That was such a good fuck; my legs were still shaking. Devon leaned over, “You okay?”.“I’m good, I’m good.” I said. I stand up, grab my bags and reach for the door. Devon stops me and kisses me. “I’ll see you Wednesday.” Chapter 2: The ClassroomI got a text from Devon Wednesday around 12 pm asking me if we could have our tutoring session a couple hours earlier since his practice was cancelled that day. It did not conflict with my schedule so there was no problem. We meet up at the library. ‘Oh, that’s good, Tom, you’re enjoying yourself. That’s great. No reason why this shouldn’t be fun for all of us. Don’t leave the guy hanging, Jean. Give him a little something so he doesn’t feel left out, you know, a few strokes and licks.’ Jean obeyed and reached for Tom’s zipper. ‘No, don’t do that.’ As much as his cock ached for Jean, the thought of doing it while White violated her was too disgusting. Too late, though, as she had his pants undone and her hand wrapped around his shaft. She.