In my freshman year, I took a drawing class, i.e., mechanical drafting and woodworking 1, under the shop teacher Mr. Ed Meyer. Last year, just before ...idterm of my sophomore year, release from typing class meant I had an hour to fill. Mr. Meyer snapped me up and I became an unofficial teacher's assistant. Unknown to the administration and in violation of all the rules, I had a key to the shop area. The shop was an addition at the back of the gymnasium. The bus garage was located between the. I was trying to make a joke, and I think that I blew it. Oh, well, as long as your feelings were not hurt, I guess that no harm was done. What was your other question?”“Right at the end of the fuck, during your orgasm, you squeezed down on my cock and locked it in place. I couldn’t move. That was the bad part. I wonder if you meant to do that, or was it just a byproduct of your orgasm. Tied into that, I might have waited you out and continued to fuck you, except that you moved your vaginal. Kiss by kiss, he slowly attacked my neck and collarbone, heading south to my large, feminine, motherly breasts.Engulfing my swollen nipple in his hungry mouth, he suckled firmly and deeply, desperately feeding on his mommy’s bountiful breast. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his wet, sloppy feeding; his tongue teasing my nipple and drooling on my breast.“Uh, Tiger, baby,” I quietly sighed, running my fingers slowly through his hair.He flattened his tongue to my firm breast and. ’ She’s already standing to leave, but I know I don’t want to sleep. ‘Hey – hang back,’ I say. She stops and turns. ‘You awake enough for a chat?’ ‘A short chat?’ ‘I didn’t really think about it. I just… wanted to sit back and talk like we used to.’ Even in the blackness, I can see her grin as she nods. ‘Want some gossip?’ ‘Sure.’ ‘Cat’s pulling two months in the kitchens for betraying the floor,’ she says, crossing her legs as she sits on the mattress next to me. ‘Good.’ ‘I’m really.