As I grew up I found a hot love story for him to read. I had it in my lap top and he sat on the side of my bed to read it to me. Ok, it was a trick on...him. I knew it had some sex in it and I wanted to see if her would read it with deep smooth sexy voice. He had a soft whispery way of telling the story that just gave me tingles, when he read those certain parts. This story had lots of tingle parts in it. I snuggled in under the covers. I was naked and he didnt know it. I hoped he would read it. Before leaving this morning, they had looked and found the things they were now putting to good use.He flipped the switch to turn in the small light on the porch, rolled out the sleeping bag, and threw down the pillows. He was reaching in to turn off the light, and Melody touched his arm, and shook her head. "Leave it on." she whispered to him. "I want to see what you're doing to me, as well as feel it." He looked around at the other cabins. "Let them watch. They'll see two young people in. She says her loves it when she can hear the sigh of relief. Of course I know this only from her stories, having never experienced the joy myself. She alternates between her ‘no hands’ sucking and hand-stroking with head movements, staring into his face. She doesn’t enjoy blowing Eric as much as other guys, because he simply puts his head back and closes his eyes. She says it is a lot more exciting to her when she can see their face. ‘In a few minutes, I could tell by his breathing that he was. I had decorum to maintain. I grabbed a stack of scripts. “Let's do a little rehearsal shall we?” I suggested. He shrugged as I handed out the play to him and both girls, the four of us playing different characters surrounding Richard III's scenes as needed. As we read, I began to understand how my poor students felt trying to read their lines around me. Even as my mouth said the words, my eyes kept drifting back to that fat long rope of un-containable cock that my lead actor was sporting, my.