He said ok, on your way back why don't you bring a blinket down. I said alright and went upstairs. Mother was still passed out, so I grabbed a blinket...and went back down. Sam took the blinket and said to sit on his lap and lay back. I laid against his chest and he covered me up. He rubbed my back with one hand and put the other on my leg. After a few minutes I felt his hand on my crotch again. Wanting to feel him play with my dick again I moved my legs apart and pushed forward. He relized what. “Mrs Lipke is her home room teacher,” she remarked. “First floor — near the office.”They located the room and stepped inside. A stocky woman who appeared to be a few years older than Sierra was speaking with a couple.Glenn headed for a table with stacks of papers. “Drug policy, permission slips,” he remarked. “I think we already have copies of most of these. I wonder how much paper a place like this wastes in a year.”The woman approached them. “Hello. I’m Irene Lipke.”“I’m Glenn Reston and this. At least my parents had taught me to have a regard for the women, never hurt them and try to please them whenever possible.In the early sixties I was 29 when my work took me 800 miles from home into another state. Before the trip I phoned a guy I had met through a mutual friend thinking it would be good to go spend some social time with him since I was a stranger in his town. Geoff asked if I had anywhere to stay which led to an invitation to stay with them for the time I was to be there. When. When he told me that he showed me his dick imprint. I stood there turned on and amazed. It was extremely THICK with a big head. I wanted to grab it then and stroke it with my little soft hands. I put his number in my cell phone under TD aka Thick Dick. I would call him when I was home alone. We would talk about sex ALL the time. He knew how to make me cum without touching me. He would jerk off talking about the things he would do to me, I could hear the Jelly or Oil he put on his dick.