"As long as I want you to."That could be days I thought. It was the worst seat in the entire class. The seat was uneven and wobbly, the table was wo...se. It was dreaded by those who got on the teacher's bad side. It was even more dreaded by those who hadn't done any wrong. Like me.After I reluctantly moved myself to the front. She handed out the test answer sheets. She came over to my "desk" and threw the sheet in my general direction. "You have 75 minutes to complete this exam. Begin." . He looks over and knows I'm getting a little desperate by the bouncing and rocking i am doing. He then sends me a really hot story and tells me to read it outloud. I start to read, and I am getting so turned on, that I have to take a break in order to keep from exploding. I regain myself, and continue to read. As I am reading I glance over to him and notice him slowly massaging his cock. I am now mezmerized by watching him rub the tips of his thick fingers slowly up and down his shaft. I lose. In one letter I glimpsed the first real emotion – he talked about how much he loved his mother. I wished so much that that emotion, that love could be directed at me. My letters with him became more and more flirtatious, and I began to fall head over heals in love. I would imagine his strong arms holding me at night, his lips kissing the sensitive skin of my neck just below the ear. This fantasy affected my letters in the form of a young teenager that knew nothing about the sexual side of life,. It was a wild new experience for Ben, who’d never made love to a black woman! He was as turned on as he could ever remember being! From her belly, his lips traveled upward, once again journeying toward her breasts. He slid his hands around behind her and unhooked the clasp that held her lacy bra closed, baring what turned out one of the loveliest pairs of breasts he’d seen in a long time. They weren’t big, but were perfectly conical. Small, enticing nipples jutted from small aureoles, which.