One of them offered to provide me with 'relief' at the beginning of class and I accepted, no longer attempting to woo Slick. She was amateurish but en...husiastic.Michaels walked up to my desk at the beginning of second bell. "Mr. Steele, I need to see you after class." There was a hushed murmur from the rest of the class. If my memories of primary school were accurate, they assumed I was in trouble. When the class ended, I walked up to his desk."Close the door." Does it lock?" Flip the third. Then came the day. Of course, we didn't know it was the day. Dad left, "... to find some work." Sometimes he was gone a week. We would mark each day on the John Deere calendar. Sometimes a month. We kept all the old calendars. They told about our Dad. How long he was gone. When he came back. This time, from Independence Day to Labor Day... the longest ever from reading the calendars (our poor man's Farmer's almanac) we decided after talking, discoursing, arguing that Dad was gone... forever.. ..what the--?! I pushed myself up and looked down between my legs. There, hanging down from an obviously not-fake penis ramming into me, was a swollen ball-sack! I looked over my shoulder at the slim young man who was fucking me. How had I mistaken him for a woman?! Now that his shirt was off it was pretty damn obvious!I should have pulled away...I should have yelled...I should have done something other than moving my hand back between my legs, cupping his ball-sack and giving it a slight. Lucia couldn’t help but moan with desire as she felt Trey’s first shotcoat her throat. Swallowing it down, she sucked his long shaft, drawingout more and more of his cream as she pulled her head back until hisspurting tool was covering her tongue in his salty semen. Her hand onStan’s cock picked up the pace, stroking him harder and faster, her handturning back and forth around his cock as her own desire increased inintensity as Trey emptied his balls into her mouth.Looking up at Trey, she.