But how could i? My tip of my cock was out the sideband of the boxers. "In a minute" i said, but with that she grabbed me and turned me on my back. ...OMG, what do you have there? she started laughing staring at my big bulge.I was so embaressed and blushed. "Is must be from the medicine" she said. "Its definetly coming from ur dress" i replied smiling. Her face suddenly changed, meanwhile she never took her eyes of my swollen hero. "Well since i'm here i have to fix you" she said with a. "Thank you." She replied, "It belonged to my uncle."Cheryl began to explain how her uncle had been a huge influence in her life. He taught her how to play guitar and taught her many of the songs she now performs. By the time she was a teenager she knew how to play literally hundreds of folk songs on guitar."My uncle loved folk music. And the Beatles." She smiled as she spoke."I know some Beatles songs." I said somewhat proudly.She handed me the old Martin. I took hold of it carefully. It was. He told me to get back up on the table, only this time lay on my back. He pulled me to him, and pushed my legs back toward my head. He told me to hold my legs back with my hands. He was looking directly at my asshole while he rubbed the toy with oil. He dripped some oil right above my ass hole, and let it ooze down my crack. He took some more oil and rubbed it all over my ass and between my legs, ending at my ass hole. He slipped his finger in and coaxed some of the oil in as well. It. Then I gave Tulsa two weeks of detention, two weeks of extra homework, enrolled her in the sex education class, and then I insisted that she eat lunch in my office everyday too.Then I just couldn’t help but ask Tulsa if she knew what her name was spelled backwards. She rolled her eyes into her head, then her expression became one of shock, and then she looked directly at her mother.She practically screamed out, “A Slut!”Mary looked down at the floor and said softly, “It was supposed to be a.