He took his shirt off and my hand instantly went for his chest. I grabbed his face with both of my hands and started kissing him passionately. I was b...ting his lips and touching his stubble over and over. He was squeezing my tight ass so hard that it hurt. I started gliding my hand on his back, slowly getting in his shorts again but this time for his ass. Grabbing his ass-cheeks firmly. His cock was pointing up but was still inside his underwear. I pulled it down and just looked at it for a. Almost confident, that I may not have recognised him. Apologising for not being in touch, he added, “When you see what I have to show you and hear the background to it, I hope you’ll understand.”His file was already open, and he handed me a sheet of A4 before sitting back.The sketch was close-up and detailed, female hips showing a narrow pale bush of pubic hair with the labia lips showing through. All so erotic, so accurate with just a dewy suggestion among the hairs. I could not resist. Unless, that is, you are trapped in an erotic novel and it is inconvenient to the plot.)Emma unbuttoned my shorts and reached for the zipper.“Careful with the zipper, please!” I said hurriedly. “No underwear to protect anything down there!”Emma lowered my zipper with a theatrical slowness. She pulled my shorts forward as she did and peered inside. She peeked in at my penis with such caution that I think she was worried it could spring out at any moment like prank snakes in a can of peanuts.... He imagined that more than one of them was now a tail gunner on a garbage truck.For the next forty minutes, Coach Titterman watched Danny watch the boys play basketball. The more he thought about Danny sitting through high school classes while going to college, the angrier he got. By the time class ended, he was furious. He sent the boys off to the showers, and headed to Principal Bell’s office.“What in the hell is Danny Markem doing here?”Principal Bell looked at the coach with a puzzled.