Temperature wise, that is. Then I leaned against it, so my breasts got warmed up too. Then I went to his office, sweat on my forehead. I stood at his ...esk, all buttoned up, proper like. He was a perfect gentleman. Just when we were getting into class topics, I swooned and collapsed on the floor. He came around from his desk and tried to revive me. I pretended to come to. He helped me onto the old leather sofa in the office."Ah yes, the old leather sofa. Bet his dad used it on occasion, with a. Drawing a foamy mug of beer for each of us, he guided me to the couch and sat beside me."Now. What the hell's been going on?" he asked.I sniffed. "You had a child in here, Eric Bjornson!" Huh?... Oh, that damn kid of Gwen's?" Don't give me that 'damn kid' stuff! I'll bet that isn't the way it is at all!"He squirmed and turned red. "Aw, for Christ's sake, who'd want to mess around with a baby?" Eric!..." Oh, shit! Okay, if you're going to keep poking! She did come up. I think I gave her enough. Shocked I tried to remove his hand from my chest, but was surprised to find that Alan was a lot stronger than he looked. Alan said to me in a threatening whisper 'rub my cock'. Stunned I looked quizzically at him and Alan made it perfectly clear 'take your hand and rub my dick till it's rock hard'. Timidly I reached out and placed my hand on his crotch and followed the contour of his semi erect cock down his left leg. I stroked slowly on his cock and was rewarded with strong throbs from his. I was fortunatethough tat she was sexually adventurous within herboundaries. She was happy to pose for explicit andkinky pictures. It was during an outdoor picture foraythat our world changed.I regularly passed a public toilet on my travels forwork, it was in a remote rural area and frequented byboth gay and straight people. The walls were alwayscovered with filthy graffiti and an enterprising guyhad even bored a hole between the concrete walls of thetoilet cubicles, (for those UK readers,.