I told her she was very pretty like I was some stupid k**. She touched my bald head and neck and shoulders. She said, "Well, you certainly feel like...a big strong man." I laughed it off and told her it was my birthday. She said it was hers too. I was 30 and she was 69. "Go on", she said, "Make your best 69 joke." I told her "There's nothing funny about how much I want to 69 with you. If I was the kind of guy that danced, I would ask you to dance." She led me by my hand to the dance. The day continues as normal and seems longer than ever. I smile every time I walk past your office, hoping that you see me. Sometimes it’s even pointless me walking past as I'm going the long way round, but it's fun teasing you. Eventually the office gets emptier and emptier as people leave for their New Year celebrations. I should be heading home too, but there could always be a chance a late emergency might happen.Just as I think it is time to go there's a knock on my door. "Come in," I say. She was one year younger to me and was generally considered one of the prettiest girls in the school. She was about 5’6″ with silky – slightly curly – black hair that fell to her shoulders and huge brown eyes. She also came from a fairly conservative family – so boyfriends were pretty much out of the question. I, myself, had just gotten out of a relationship at that point and wasn’t really into the whole crush/dating thing.As it turned out, Sneha was – and still is – abysmal at mathematics and. After working on his balls for a while I went back to his dick, which by then was leaking pre cum. That tasted so good!! I kept sucking and savoring the taste of him. Rubbing his balls with my hand again. Listening to him breathe and give soft moans of pleasure. Instructing me: fast, then slow, suck and lick. Returning to his balls when he wanted me to and then getting back to his beautiful cock. I'm not sure how long I'd been blowing him, I wasn't thinking about time, I was just enjoying.