Samantha, now white as a sheet, stared at my throbbing member for a long while, and when I started to bend down to get dressed, she stopped me.“Wait... I want to see it really up close, okay? If you want to see my boobs like that, I’ll let you. I’ll even let you see my crotch, okay? Please?”I could only nod.She knelt in front of me and brought her face within half a foot of my penis, studying intently. It was nearly bald, of course. Her mouth was so close that I could feel her heavy breath. ” I thought the sooner, the better. I wanted to show off my chest, too. That summer, I noticed hair sprouting on it. I turned the ignition and threw the truck into drive and punched the accelerator. The rear wheels kicked up dust and gravel as we left Bill’s ranch for home. “That’s the last time I shoe that fuckin’ glue factory reject-of-a-horse,” he said, as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a Skoal can. “Care for a dip, son? “Fuck yeah, dad.” Dad opened his Skoal can and pinched. Spangler was in his late 30s and Barlow was in her late 20s. She was a shapely, attractive woman. Sitting with them were Mrs. Granger in her mid 50s. She was the family life and sex ed teacher which still seemed inappropriate considering her appearance and age. Also at the table were Mr. Burton, a math teacher, in his late 40s and Mrs. Flagstone, an old, feisty lady who taught college prep English. Chris would take her class next year as a senior.There was one empty chair at their table.I. I blinked at that, and she smiled at me, her cheeks pink, and said, ‘I want you to make me go to the beach naked in this and lead me around and make me do tricks.’ I was still digesting that when she chose a harness that would emphasize her tits and still leave them bare. Then, to my shock and cock-hardening joy, she picked out some wrist and ankle cuffs, a beginner’s bondage kit, and a ball gag. ‘I want to be helpless,’ she said with another enchanting blush. Finally, we went back to the.