"We're in my room now, bitch, not yours at school! And when we're in my room, what I say goes, just like what you say goes in your classroom! I'm the ...oss here! And it looks like I've got some lessons to teach you! And maybe you can't teach me fuck-all in your classroom, but I'm going to teach you plenty here in my room!"Stewart grabbed Susan and pulled her off the bed. Then Stewart dug in one of his dresser drawers looking for something. Before Susan knew it, she couldn't move her hands, since. I fell to my knees and gazed at his long thick manhood standing proud,the glans glistening with precum.I lowered my face to it and took it into my mouth. This was the firsttime I had performed fellatio and it was not the demeaning repulsive taskI thought it would be. I again felt that sense of power as Anthonysighed and languished on the sofa, allowing me to suckle on his phallus.It tasted lovely, the pre-ejaculate was quite sweet and the feel of hiscock between my lips, the meatiness of it. When his cock was in Karen, he went wild. His hips pounded like a jackhammer, making her shake. Her legs quivered and flailed against the bed, then locked behind his. ‘Harder! Yes! Give it to me! I need you so much! Ben! Oh, Ben! Yes! Yes!’ Tommy’s aunt moaned, her hands pulling at her lover, her body arching off the bed to meet his. She knew this was wrong, very wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed this, needed the satisfaction Ben gave her! Her hips drove up against him. ‘Can’t. I sometimes burn drift-wood or off-cuts from the boat yard. Occasionally, smokeless fuel. It's not so easy to control and the saloon can get uncomfortably hot, but it's a really good way to dry the boat out. In a moment of inspiration, I picked up a bag of small logs from a hardware shop.In April, the air is often cool and damp, especially further north and on water, so back at the boat I lit the stove. It takes time to get the fire established. But we sat and munched salad and whatever.