He reached over to his stereo and pressed play and Metallica resumedblaring. My seat vibrated. That's right, Ron had put a massive sub-wooferunder his...truck's bench seat. He put the shift the gears as he spedthrough the streets the wind was blowing through my open window. Ichuckled to myself. I think I actually missed this.Typically Tony and Ron would ride to school in silence as dudes tend todo first thing in the morning. It appears Christina and Ron have the sameritual. I took this. Spreading her lips slightly with the other hand, she stuck her finger inside. Her finger when in all the way past the second knuckle. I could tell she was moving her finger around inside, and felt her legs twitch a little, as I still had my hands on her knees. She moaned a little as she pulled her finger out. I could see it was covered with her wetness. Kelly turned her finger towards me, and moved it towards my mouth. She paused for a moment with her finger nail touching my lips. She. I ignored it and started putting the pieces together. Mr. Walsh was all over my ass, staring at my cock and making me work hard. Maybe Mr. Walsh was actually liked me. I was fascinated but quickly grew uncomfortable with an old man liking me. Why didn’t he go for someone hotter? Like Victor or that new kid in our school? I started to think maybe he knew I was gay! I quickly got dressed and about to leave. Victor came up to me and said “SHIT! BRO!!!!! Mr. Walsh is a fucking creeper, dude!!. You could promise to not talk about it, if it is true, to protect her from gossip." That sounds okay, Dad." She hesitated. "Dad? How do you manage to come up with these solutions? You always seem to know what to say, and how to say it." Tabs, believe it or not, but it all goes back to my schooldays. Two of my school friends, who are coming to visit us shortly, reminded me that I had a nickname as "the organiser" at school. I was often the volunteer to be the organising secretary of a club -.