He’s just about 5’9” and thin, not exactly the football type.The whole thing started when I got a phone call from the burger joint Tim works at ...s a short-order cook. Some boiling oil from the fryer had splashed over his hands, burning them. They took him right to the hospital and then called me. I rushed right out and by the time that I got there they were just finishing up with him. The doctor said it wasn’t too bad, but that his hands would need to be wrapped for a week or so. He said they. ‘Well, thumping him made me feel better,’ he mumbled. ‘Did it?’ she asked, unbelieving. ‘Did it really? And now they’re talking about you and your French teacher –‘ ‘I don’t want to hear it,’ Shaun said, stopping her early. ‘If it’s alright by you, I really don’t feel like another third degree about Ms Tiann.’ ‘Is it true?’ Chris asked, simply, hands on hips. He looked at her, he may have been a good liar to everyone else, but he could never lie properly to her, he could never get his face. He kept staring at my stomach. I lied saying that the skirt was a bit tight around my stomach. I did not want to make him think that I was bad at driving.. He asked me to look at his shorts. he had an elastic one…I could get a glimpse of his pubic hair peeking from the top of this shorts as he had worn it way too low and butterflies started flying in my stomach. My knees became weak. I told him meekly..”I am not having a elastic skirt”hmmm..” Let me have a look. he replied. No.. i will adjust. His cock felt warm and lovely, he slid down his briefs and it sort of popped out and upwards. It was so lovely. Unlike Badger he wasn’t circumcised so I was going to enjoy a whole new thrill. We closed our eyes and continued to discover each other in feeling, touching, cupping and squeezing until we were both well and truly stiff.He whispered for me to twist around, he said he wanted badly to feel how it would feel between my ass.That was so good, I turned and stooped slightly for his pleasure.