Go to the party, make some friends, and keep her phone nearby for orders. She pressed the doorbell.“Hello, who are you?” A college-aged guy with a...patchy goatee opened the door with red plastic cup in hand and checked her out with a smile. She could see a smattering of people behind chatting in mostly casual attire.She threw on a charming smile, “Hey, guy, I’m here for the party.”She started to walk in, but he put his hand up in the way. “Hold up a sec, kid, what are you, like twelve?”“No,” she. With her hand gently stroking the shaft and her lips and tongue working on the head, Angie continued to enjoy the feel and taste of his hard cock. She removed her hand from the shaft and just let her mouth fuck his cock, taking slightly more of it into her with each forward movement of her head. Eventually she reached her hands round behind him, grabbed his arse, and pushed her mouth down to take in the full length of his cock. She held it in her throat for a few seconds before moving back,. It a very traditional school with a strict dress code as headmaster i am dressed in full cap and gown, the girls wear flat black pumps, knee high white socks knee length pleated tartan skirt with white blouse and their hair must be worn in pigtails at all time.The lesson is going well as I teach the girls about the birds and the bees, as I write on the blackboard all I can hear is one girl giggling and making rude remarks about the size of the penis I am drawing to show the reproductive organs.. Oh, her hair is black, this week.My other pal is Steetch, that's a combination between stretch and twitch. He is the tallest walking disaster on the face of the planet. A one man demolition team, with a huge reach. If it can be tripped on, bumped, bigfooted, hipchucked, knocked over, overthrown, or left hanging, he is the one to get the job done.He's been my pal since fourth grade, but I won't walk into a store with him, or follow him through a door too closely. Hardcase knows just what his.