I pulled down his pants, and out popped his 7 inch dick, not the biggest in length but it was almost three inches in girth and as I’ve found that’... what really matters. I started to kiss his chest and slowly worked my way down to his cock. I got on my knees, kissed it, stoked it, very slowly, working it as much as I could. I hesitated to put it in my mouth but he made the decision for me, when I kissed it one time, he forced my mouth down onto his dick. He first put it to far down and I started. What had made me wonder was an article in a monthly magazine Janet, my wife, gets. It has an ‘Agony Aunt’ section and though I don’t usually read them in any detail I often scan and have a quiet laugh to myself about some of the subjects that people write in about. That is until I came across a subject a few months back.It was a letter from a lady asking how she should deal with a situation. Nothing unusual there, I hear you comment. Except this lady detailed a problem that had occurred some. ..So that was why there were torches burning there. They'd be in front of Thrak and Faoril's cell. I shivered, really wishing I found the antimagic bomb. But no alchemist knew how to make it. Only that gnome bounty hunter. And she was dead.But it was time to be bold. I slipped my hand into my pouch and grabbing a bomb with an X carved into it. I stepped out into the intersection, arm raised to throw the alchemical weapon at the mages. I blinked. The torches were burning at the end of the. . Amy, is there something funny about algebra today?" Mr. Irving was pretty old, like sixty probably, and kind of tall and thin and really stiff."Uh, no sir." Amy looked up and shook her head."Then perhaps after class is over you can explain to me why you're laughing in my classroom." Mr. Irving gave her tight lipped smile and there was some soft whispering and giggling from the other kids.I felt kind of bad about Amy getting into trouble like that and I wondered if Mr. Irving was really going.