Why did I ever go for that? I was actually short of breath from my internal conflict. Plus, while my mind and heart were in conflict, my cock knew wha... it wanted, which was that I keep watching and maybe loosen things up a bit down there.Me and my cock settled for tenting my shorts.Jack took hold of Erin’s wrist again. He let it stay in place for a moment as Erin resisted. But after a moment she relaxed. “How about we try that again?” he asked, but did not move.“No. I don’t want to,” Erin said. Can you get out of your classes?" Whitney and I both nodded."Better get back to your first period," Coach said dismissing us."You came up with new poems?" Ms. Streeter asked when she saw me in the hall on the way to lunch. I glared at her."You should know." Why would I know?" she asked simply. "Plan to give me a reading at lunch next Tuesday. I'll make sure you are free in time to get to class at IUSB." She walked away and left me hanging. Ms. Streeter was one of the two or three most. It's very difficult to remember a lie, so why strain your brain on trivial lies?Carrying both drinks was a ploy I've used often. Give her a chance to get her hand in my pocket and see what happens. By the time we get to that point, there's no doubt that I'd be fucking her, but it's an interesting way to begin the ritual.I don't think I was supposed to notice that she took off her own panties, while for everything else, we undressed each other. Later I'll check to see if the panties are too wet. Stuart looked out ofthe window and was awestruck, it was a stately house, massive, it seem tofill his whole field of vision. It was made of red brick, with the frameof timbers still showing. Yong pulled up at the front next to a largestone staircase leading to the front door. He opened the door for stuartwho got out, now to get things sorted he thought. At the top of the stairstood a man, about 6ft 2ins tall, erect, with an angular face, youngishlooking but the eyes were his main feature..