Molding each one like you would bread dough .Do you wish you wish you could taste my skin as much as I want to taste yours ? Just to run my tongue dow... your chest to your belly button and twirl my tongue around teasing you until I slowly go down further and stroke at you and tease you with my hands until you gently guide my mouth down and watch me slide your cock into my mouth. Do you remember what I said to you ?? About sucking cocks and how I described it to be like eating a icecream on a hot. I have this sense like gaydar, call it fem-dar. I can spot a repressed sissy faggot and knew you were one the moment I laid eyes on you."With that Stacie stepped back and motioned Joe forward. Stacie spoke once more, "now, the rules are you have to look where I tell you to. No averting your eyes, turning your head or closing your eyes. If you don't get hard at any time during this test you will be free."Stacie continued, "Ok Joe, stand in front of Kevin, that's it, now Kevin, I want you to. The graduation ceremonies were mercifully short thanks to the speakers being few and their remarks brief. Jesse held his diploma with pride, knowing he had accomplished the first step in his goal. It hadn’t been easy, but he had graduated in the top twenty percent of his class. Considering the difficult start to his post-secondary education, he was very pleased that he had caught up and passed many of the other students with his results. He had continued to work at Norwood Books and his. “I know,” Corbin said standing. “I was dry humpin’ your booty.” “I thought so.” “Yeah. I knew you knew. But I couldn’t say shit. Why else did you think we always asked you to play football?” “I thought y’all were being nice.” “You couldn’t play for shit. We just wanted to hump yo’ ass,” Corbin admitted. “That’s terrible.” “What you gon’ do ‘bout it now?” Lana tensed. “It’s all good,” Corbin confessed. “All us niggas in the hood liked yo’ booty and wanted to get on it.” “No way,” laughed Lana..