Bryce was getting a dirty thought in his head that his friend’s father would have an experience with them.“Stay in the car,” said Craig as he go... out and walked off. Bryce and Ace thought out loud about what would happen to them as they rubbed each others hard-ons through the jeans. They saw Ace’s father approaching the car with a bag and they stopped rubbing. Craig entered the car and he started to head toward Ace’s house. He parked and told them to go inside and wait for him to tell them what. If some one told me they saw it, I wouldn’t believe them. There was Mrs. Pettyjohn, topless, sucking Cedric’s easily recognizable cock on one side and another impressive young black cock on the other side. I quickly slid my pants and panties down to my ankles, I needed the room, this was going to be a severe rubbing. Jean Pettyjohn was my 11th grade English teacher, she was also the meanest, cruelest, most despised teacher in the entire school. When k**s learned they were assigned her class,. I pull to a stop and toss up - who do I call? Hub's is away, the usual gang are on shift at work. And then I remember I met you at a truck stop a few weeks back and we’d exchanged numbers after a cheeky little chat. I never had any intention of calling, but without another option, I call your number - hoping you answer but also extremely nervous that you will.You answer pretty quick, “Thought you’d never call babe”. I’m not sure what to think about you calling me that, but I ignore for now.. Classes went by as usual then the lunch bell ringed. “Hey John, do you want to get lunch with me today?” Ashley asked with a smile. “No I can’t today I have to do something for Mrs. Hancock.” I said trying to make up a quick lie even though I wanted to. “Oh ok, then I guess we have to get lunch another time together.” She said with a forced smile as she walked away. You see I couldn’t bring myself to tell Ashley I was being bullied by some of the kids in the school that knew I had a small.