It was so soft.“You have everything big,” I said. “Can you also make something big?”Understanding my words, she smiled shyly. With my right ha...d, I grabbed her hand and placed her palm on my bulge. She started kneading my cock over the pants.“It’s already big. I don’t have to make it big,” she said.“You can make it even bigger.”She pulled my zip down, put her hand inside and grabbed my hot cock over the inners. Meanwhile, I was kneading her big melons with both hands. I asked her to come. Though it was not erect I could feel a thrill down my spine we came close to each other he held my cock I grabbed his I thin layer of cloth separated our bodies. I could feel him grow in my hands so could he I looked in his eyes and slowly began to stroke him he reciprocated our tongues were searching for each other and I was licking and sucking his tongue.He was pressing my nipples boy what a feeling it was I had his cock in one hand and his black balls in the other in a hurry we took off our. "Inexperienced for thejob." I don't know how the word leaked out (although I suspectedMelissa, that bitch), but it became common knowledge around the officewithin a day of my start that I was a twenty-year-old high-schooldropout. Were rumours already circulating of my stunning 'oralperformance' at the interview? Cindy probably would've been mortifiedbut in a way I was quite glad. It saved me from acting through thosetedious moments of shyly admitting the truth, the forced blushes. The bus pulled into the school parking lot and everyone got out. Anattendant was sent to bring Lydia to the office and get her oriented.They told her what class she was in and who the teacher was and then wentover the rules of the school. Then they made her sign the rules. Therewas a moment of hesitation. Everything else about being a boy was goingto be fun, but this was the boy's responsibility. You don't go to schoolto have fun, you go because you have to. By signing, this was the.