And touch I do! I jerk his cock and roll his foreskin back and forth. He gets hard right away, hell I think he was half-hard when I came into the wash...oom. His cock was good-sized. Not really thick or long but very very nice, a very nice fistful for sure.Then the door opens and we separate and he quickly zips up, washes up and leaves. When I am finished washing up at the sink, I leave and enter the cafe. He is sitting alone at a table and motions me over."Care to join me?" he asks."You bet, I. Two small cords of mana, one red and one blue, were braided together and wrapped around my mana core.I reached out with a thought and touched the blue cord. As soon as I felt it with my mind, I was overwhelmed with strange feelings and images. I was assailed with love, hope, and a fair bit of lust but not directed at me. The images that flashed through my mind were of Shalyndria and her study. The feelings were directed at her. I released the cord and pulled back a bit.I then touched the red. Over the next few weeks, nothing really happened. Ms. Rose seemed pretty quiet and shy and actually had a bit of trouble controlling our rowdy class. She seemed like an innocent, shy woman until one day mid-Autumn… We were working on clay models; modeling after some artist I can’t remember. My friend Danni knew I had a crush on the student teacher, and would give me looks whenever Miss Rose and I interacted. I was busily carving away at my piece when she came up behind me. “How is it coming. "How's Emily doing?" I pretended to be looking at the baby that was latched onto Kimberly's right breast, though in reality most of my attention was on the unobstructed left tit. Like most redheads, Kim had freckles across her upper chest, fading and growing sparser as they sprinkled downward. The shape of the breast I could see was a study in classical perfection: A generous handful in volume, firmly rounded, convex underneath and a delicate S-curve above, capped with a rosy pink nipple that.