Don't worry what the ten pounds is for, you'll see later. We should have some fun later." John spoke forcefully not allowing either of the other two...to talk. He had school to deal with, some shopping and then playtime.Four o’clock came around too slowly, the time in school dragged and when it had ended the three boys couldn’t wait to get out of there. Luke and Terry went to the meeting place at 3.50 and waited for John who showed up about twenty minutes later with a carrier bag. They had. Atfirst glance, however, my own arse flared up in excruciating pain -signalling the memory of what happened last time I stared - and I avertedmy gaze swiftly, choosing instead to stare at my teacup, adorned with adelicate floral pattern. What was I doing with my life?One freshly poured cup of tea later and Miss Stevens was back in herchair, notepad and pen in hand."Black, Josh - what does the word 'black' make you think of?" she askedprobingly."I guess... black is dark, and darkness suggests. "Better?" I asked, as I jerked my hips angrily towards her, "Is that what you wanted to see?" It's definitely better," said Deb quietly, "In fact it looks really good, but it's not really what I wanted to see." Well, what was it you wanted then?" I asked, my ire rising at her apparent disinterest in my penis, "Come on, fucking well tell me." I did tell you," she said calmly, her hands now sliding slowly up and down her bare thighs, "I wanted to see you cum again!"With her reference to cum, I. Why did you ever think that you could take liberties with me?" Saro said frantically. "Sorry, I got a little carried away but hey, you have nice tits. I liked feeling them," John responded. Saro was annoyed and embarrassed as he didn't even refer to them as breasts but called them tits. "You need to leave right this minute and then we can forget this ever happened," Saro said sharply and then she went into her house. John followed her inside and found her in the kitchen. Saro sensed his.