.and wonderful it had been to spend some quality time sucking it, and working it over with as much enthusiasm as I could show.I could remember the muf...led sound of his voice coming through from the other side of the plywood divider panel as my mouth kept up it's loving (and lustful) attention on his perfect cock."Oh--FUCKYESSS!!" He'd said, repeatedly, and the sound of his unmistakable pleasure gave me my own special pleasure in return!He was 19 years old, and I knew he was thinking of going to. The girl in the schoolbus hasn't sat down, however, and you realize why when the bus grinds to a shuttering halt a quarter-mile past the tracks. You see the blonde girl who teased and tempted you disembark... alone! She squints in the sunshine and waves up to her friends as the bus pulls away, and you can see is dressed for the warm weather, wearing a thin white cotton top with the top couple of buttons undone, a plaid skirt and runners, her long blonde hair loose. She seems to pause and glance. “Oh, why is that?” I asked, already suspecting his answer.“It has been brought to my attention that you did not appear for detention Saturday morning like you were supposed to. Failure to show up is an automatic three-day in-school suspension,” he boasted.“Sir, did you happen to check your mail slot this morning?” I inquired.“No, why?” he questioned.“I think it’s best if we speak in your office,” I suggested.“There’s nothing for us to discuss. You deliberately skipped out on your Saturday. "No!" Jenny retorted, trying to slap his hands away from her breasts but Charlie held firm. "Yes" he insisted, his speech slow and sinister, his hands pulling at her top, raising her T shirt over her head, her matching scarlet bra covered her tits, the cool autumnal weather the cause of her erect nipples, not sexual arousal. Charlie didn't care of the reason, he grabbed and twisted, pulled and tweaked before forcefully unclipping the bra, revealing Jenny's breasts to the old pervert. He raced.