His brilliance excites me and he knows it. When we are alone and he sees how wound up I am, the dear will interrupt himself and fish out his lovely th...ck cock. He lets me suck it while he continues to expound some pet idea, but usually not for very long. I can have him filling my mouth with his delicious cream in minutes. And then - I love his English sense of fair play - Rutherford will throw up my skirt, bury his face in my puss, and lick and eat me to a series of explosive orgasms. It's the. I hope I can prove myself valuable to you.” he said, warm and friendly, standing with his hands clasped behind him, almost as if at attention as he presented himself to her for inspection.She eyed him over with a critical eye, while she couldn’t deny there was a certain femininity to the youthful man, there was far too little of it to catch her full attention. She let out a soft sigh, already missing the dainty girls she had driven away and nodded, putting on a slight, tired smile. “Yeah yeah,. I did continue to wear the compression shirts despite detesting those fucking shirts from hell. I couldn’t stop wearing those; I had to hide my buddies. If I didn’t, I would draw too much attention to myself. I could handle the attention of not hiding them, but the fear back then and to this day has always been that it might embolden some homophobic ass hole to say or try something stupid, and I can’t have that.Years earlier...In the eighth grade, the class bully thought it would be a good idea. She was a creature of habit, and always parked in the same place, generally wore the same clothes, same makeup, everything. "Good afternoon Mrs. Thompson," I said cheerfully. I could feel Miko stiffen up, and I placed my hand on her head. Her first reaction upon hearing my voice was to sit up."Hey Bill! How did practice go?" she said warmly. Mrs. Thompson turned towards me, and her big breasts turned with her, sprained in her conservative clothing."Alright," I said, Miko was trying to free.