Abby released her grip on his cock. Then, Davis held his hard shaft and guided his cock to the entrance of Abby’s lips. As he tried to push it into ...er mouth, Abby turned her face away. He tried it again but Abby still refused let him do it. Then, she shook her head. ‘Don’t you want to suck it?’ asked Davis in a disappointment tone. She shook her head again but she could see that he was disappointed and he really wanted her to suck it. So she compensated Davis by saying: ‘You can rub it on my. ‘We need to talk.’ He looked over to see Jordan standing behind him. ‘About?’ Jordan ignored him. ‘When do you get lunch?’ ‘At noon.’ Max answered. ‘Fine, I’ll pick you up at noon.’ Before Max could ask why, he was gone. A car horn beeped. Max got up and walked out the door. Noon came around and sure enough, the black sports car Jordan drove was out front of the site. Max walked over and climbed in the passengers seat. ‘What is all this about?’ he asked, snapping the seatbelt in. Jordan said. Twice a week for four months I was in his class. Each day I stole glances of his 5’9” tall, lean body. And each day he always wore tight pants that aligned his soft bulge. I wanted to cup my hands around him so badly.I am not one to sit and hope I get what I want; I started making plans and plotting my moves. I started coming to class a little late so he had to notice me as I made my way to my seat. He was not aware that I watched him like a tigress about to attack her victim, my tongue. I went to the fridge and took out a beer, 'Better give this to him', I said, and Stella, jokingly grabbed her crotch, like in Michael Jackson style, 'Give him this too', and fell about laughing.I wondered just how funny she thought it was and how keen she might want to fool around with my father, like I said, she was a big girl physically and always on about sex.I went into the living room and over to where dad was sitting, 'Shall I open it for you', I queried as drew alongside the chair?'Sure.