He laughed and squeezed my breasts making a honking noise and left me.But enough about my breasts, the sixth grade was so much fun. My teacher was nic..., she taught me plenty of things my first day, not all the boys were staring at me, mostly the older boys I passed on the way to class. But I was used to staring by then.One day, a few weeks in to my first time in sixth grade, I had to use the bathroom. My teacher told me to go out the hall, down to the first door on my right.I followed her. I tell her the k**s are home and awake. To this she replies, " Well you had better close and lock the door then.". Luckily the sink is close enough for me to close and lock the door with out moving away from her.I move in on her and press my cock into her pajama pants. Feeling the out line of her ass crack on my cock get it stiffer. I move her hair and start kissing the side of her neck. She sighs, closes her eyes, and tilts her head to the side to give me more of her neck to kiss and nibble. My friend Antonios who is Greek living in London said that he would love to show me “The real Greece” so he arranged everything, all I had to do was give him the money and we set off for Athens!It was my first time in Greece but I had always wanted to go there being a culturally interested person. I had already read all about it and knew that Greek girls were supposed to be very beautiful but OMFG, they are not only beautiful they are hottest creatures on this planet!!! On our flight all the. ” “But what about the gag reflex? I know that if you stick your finger in your throat, you start to gag, and if you don’t pull it out, you could throw up.” As she asked the question, Becky had tilted her head back as far as she could, thus causing the path from her lips, down her throat, and to her stomach to become a practically straight line. “Well Becky has had a lot of practice, and has learned to suppress her gag reflex. That lets her take her daddy’s cock all the way to the root, and she.