When the dance is over, you just might get lucky.”She had already stacked up several of my old classic rock and roll LPs on the player. While she st...rted the music, I made us a couple of drinks.We danced to tunes from the 50s and 60s. Like a typical high school boy, I copped a feel at every opportunity. Though Mel had tits like fried eggs, her nipples were fantastic. My caresses and gentle pinching had brought them to life. They were soon trying to drill holes in her knit top. Little Mel. His hazel eyes were fully closed, his mouth slightly open, clearly in deep sleep. His rather pale skin was easy to see contrasting his dark apparel. His short wavy black hair was somehow always perfect, and his strong jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian background for, could make anyone stop and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing – she wanted to tell him thanks for the idea of the bus, and for the trip. They weren’t a couple by any means – in fact, Alex had a girlfriend – but thanks to. Was she really asking what I thought she was asking…and was she really asking her daughter? I could actually feel Jesse nodding her head in agreement to her mother’s question. Was this really about to happen? “Gently kiss the head of his cock baby…let your tongue tease it as you run circles around it.” Jesse wasted no time, and I was instantly rewarded with the feel of her warm teenage lips and tongue on the head of my shaft. She worked around the head for a few moments and then slowly pushed. Leslie decided she needed more room.“Tyler, honey... it might be easier if we took these right off,” she recommended touching the stretched briefs and looking at the teenager’s dazed expression.“Would that be okay,” the nurse asked permission but she was already at the foot of the table tugging on the briefs.At this point the boy on the table wasn’t capable of making any sort of decision. All he could think about was trying to keep his cock from rising any more. When Leslie concluded that her.