STILL HARD, too!!! And, yes, still oozing that clear, salty pre-cum. I teasingly jerked him, feeling his dick pulsating between my fingers, knowing wh...n he was about to cum, and stopping. I was "edging" my best friend before anyone had put a name on it! The movie we were watching ended, and it was late. Dave went to go to sleep in one bedroom, but Mark came to MY room. 5'9", slim, tanned skin, and I had wanted him when I was 15 and he was 13. I sit on the bed and he is still standing, lights. Rather than scribbling his papers, Michael wrote in atiny, neat script, more typical of the girls in his class."What marvelous poetry," Sister Agatha said one day in early in his 4thgrade school year as the class was preparing for Halloween fun, callingMichael up privately after class. Students had been told to writeanything, a short essay, a story or even a poem. Michael turned in fourshort poems all written in his tight, neat script. Sister Agatha knew enough not to praise the boy before. He loved getting me to the point of no return and he knew he had done just that. I knew what he wanted next. He whispered, “turn over for me, Baby”. He brought my long, tanned legs together and flipped me on my front. We have a mirror by the side of the bed and I could see in the half-light he was jack-hammer hard from eating me out. He was all business now and spread my legs just enough to get his narrow hips between them and in one quick movement grasped my hips with both hands, raising my. I had never felt them so hard and so prominent. They felt marvelous, and they kept sending more and more waves of pleasure to my naughty little pussy. Now I was downright humping my own hand, and it felt so good, sooo good."Well, well, Ms. Dominique, I see you are enjoying my little pills!" Oh My God! The voice was coming from behind the exam table! He must have come in through another door, one I hadn't noticed! How long had he been watching me? What had he seen? I wanted to get up and run out.