They thought they were being so sneaky, but Ialways knew. Knew and loved it. What fun would class be if I couldn'tgive the boys a little show every no... and then.Speaking of shows, it was time to get one started here just for me. Abig show, as it turned out, and all mine. I leaned forward, my slenderfingers working his belt buckle.His cock was already nice and hard, standing straight out just for me. Istroked it once or twice, gently tugging on it before I leaned in allthe way forward to lick. She milked me dry, and I collapsed beside her, breathing like a broken racehorse."You are," she gasped out, holding my hand, "you are the only man in my book with the number twelve by his name. None of the others are even tens." And the president?" I asked, swelling with pride and wondering what the number meant for I surely was nowhere near twelve inches in length.She giggled. "Five, I think. I believe he is a five. But there are men who are ones and twos, who are much worse than he is." No. Na gut. Die Pille hält noch etwas. Also Handtuch für Linde geholt und ab unter die Dusche. Linda hatte schon das Wasser auf angenehme Wärme eingestellt und duschte ihre Möse. Die Augen waren vor Geilheit leicht verdreht, denn der warme Wasserstrahl an ihrem Kitzler erregte sie auf ein Neues. Da stand ich nun mit meiner fickbereiten Lanze und sie genoss dem Wasserstrahl auf ihrem Kitzler. Linda hörte mich und bat um Geduld. Mein Schwanz war zum Platzen steif und ich sollte mich in Geduld. Now I came across the video. I was now curious. I wanted to know about that guy (who he was?) and also wanted to blackmail her to do anything for me. But I was scared of the second part.What if she told my mom? Then I realized that if she told my mom, she would also be caught for bringing a guy to our house secretly and also for sitting in with him half-naked. This gave me some courage.I went to her room and knocked on it. She immediately answered from inside (maybe she didn’t sleep at all).She.