"My fault. I shouldn't have disturbed you." No, it was me. I didn't even thank you for the coffee." Lucy felt a tickle on her cheek and batted away a ...ear. "Can you forgive me?" Sweetheart," Pete's steady gaze met hers, "always." Thank you, oh, thank you. I don't deserve you." Thoroughly ashamed, Lucy took the roses from Pete's hand and held them to her nose to hide her blushes. "They're beautiful. I'll just…"She quickly wiped her tears and placed the roses on the hallway table, taking care not. He was a bit paunchy, early forties, with a dark beard. He was wearing dark blue combat trousers, boots, and a lightweight zipper jacket. He was examining me, poring his eyes over my body, my tits, my pussy, my open legs, my boots, taking it all in.The first officer rubbed his crotch, signalling that he wanted me to start playing with myself. No words, just sign language. I understood. No coercion, just recognising where the power was and he could see I wasn’t complaining. I stepped forwards,. We I read that in her letter my heart skipped a beat and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. On that evening I wanted to give her the world but I knew I didn’t need to, to impress her. We both knew the simple things in life, the things that go overlooked most of the time are the most romantic experiences of all. Living in a rather large city in New Jersey there were no beaches, and where I live the parks close at night so we decided to go for a small walk in the wooded area close to my home.. “I’ll be sitting at the end of the table, facing the door when she enters. The cameras will catch a quick glimpse of me as I hide my phone, just as Gaby and Rachel hide theirs.“The teacher will then make a statement - something like - ‘Girls, I have repeatedly warned you about texting in the classroom’ - as she holds her hands out in front of them... “I think this would be the best time for the teacher to see the pics of my cock on the girls’ phones. She could accidentally open one of the.