I knew it wasn’t the ipod and I said, “What’s wrong mom?”She said, “It’s nothing,” and kept holding on. Her body moved against me as the...crying became evident. I became uncomfortable. I asked her again why she was crying and she didn’t say anything. It wasn’t like her not to tell me what was bothering her. Everybody has at least one story in them. I guess that’s where this one began. Mine was a commonplace biography until I was nineteen. Like most, it had its share of the extremes, and an. Err, yes that would be ... good, ok yeah,” was all I could manage to stammer. My friends ripped into me after he had gone saying he was sexy, I was lucky to be able to play with him, he fancied me, things like that, and I felt so small and young and stupid, embarrassed at not being able to speak.Fortunately, Nick was cool and we had a couple of practices together and he was nice and kind and helped me out with my game. One thing that was weak was my backhand so Nick arranged that we had a. But, Kevin was caught now. He could in no way hide this erection. The pillow he was holding barely did the trick as it was, getting up, and walking in front of the TV wouldn't help. "Uh, yeah. Sure." he was busted, he knew it. He gathered all his "I"m cumming mommy!" bravery, stood up, and walked to the kitchen. He knew she had seen his cock. It was impossible to miss. He came back with a Pepsi on ice, his cock still as hard as granite. He stood right in front of her. "Here you go." . He slapped her on the arse and left for class. Katie began limbering up her jaw for the day ahead as she made her way to the principal’s office. "Three weeks," she told herself. "Just three more fucking weeks." Ah, Katie," said the principal when she arrived. "Come in."The principal was sitting at his desk stroking his cock as he watched Katie cross his office. "Come and kneel down over here and suck my dick while we talk," he said. Katie knew there was no point in refusing. Refusal would mean.