My poor littlesissy penis was hard as a rock as I watched him daintily caress hisbeautiful teased and lacquered hairdo with those long red nails.He ge...tly caressed the forming hairdo as the stylist whispered to him.I dreamed of having one just like it. I love my Mistress but God how Iwish my own Mother had done this to me years ago so I could be likethese two young young men. My shame and humiliation at this being doneby my own Mother left my sissy penis throbbing in excitement. Some howthrough. I see Damien walking up beside me on my right side and Kevin coming towards him. Kevin throws a punch at Damien’s face. With the quickness that my dad taught me, I now have Kevin’s fist in my hand, squeezing it as he is on his knees.“Joe, that’s my throwing hand.” Kevin says as Damien runs off down the hallway. “I need that hand for my football scholarship.” I release his hand before anyone notices as he stands up.“Kevin, I’m so sorry about you and Cindy.” He looks at me with hate. “She is a. She couldn't concentrate on doing flips and somersaults. She fell off the balance beam so many times that Coach Peters focused all his attention on her, which made her twice as nervous and uncoordinated. He caught her when she fell, always sliding a hand between her legs for a moment and holding her by the crotch. He did this with all the girls when he caught them, and Jenny was used to feeling his hand between her legs, but today she was embarrassed because the crotch of her gymnastics outfit. Her blonde bush dripped with cream. The folds of her pussy peeked through. I groaned at the sight, shocked that this was happening. Her hand grabbed the back of my head, holding a fistful of my black hair.She yanked me foreword, burying my face into her cunt. I was helpless to fight against her. The curls of her bush and the wet kiss of her married pussy were too much for any boy to resist. I licked her pussy like I had my mother's last night.Mrs. Hemlock moaned. Her back arched. Her boobs.