When he pulled his cock out, my hand naturally and immediately moved to it, holding it, caressing it and stroking it. Just like I had done to myself a...hundred times before. I’m sure he thought he was the aggressor, but when I leaned forward an shyly pressed my lips to his, I’m sure he was surprised. My cock was so hard, I was so excited, nervous behind belief but thrilled and filled with a sexual charge. With his hard cock in my hand, I let his tongue probe the inside of my mouth, passionate. He gave me a tip when I let him do that.The truth is, I like being someone these guys bare themselves to – emotionally as much as physically. I feel powerful. When they tell you of their unhappiness, yet you know one flick of your tongue across their foreskin might make them orgasm, you shoulder a responsibility. You warm to some of them too. And, yes, sometimes I get turned on.No matter what you might hear, sex never means nothing. Wilson and I take a long walk that afternoon. We come back to. Her peach skin contrasted nicely with the red shirt, and the white skirt was a perfect match.The second thing that stopped her, once in the kitchen, was her brother shirtless with a huge boner. he didn't seem to notice the boner but he kept flexing his shirtless muscules. He looked so perfect, especially the hard-on part. Ben winked at her, in a very brotherly way. Kara smiled back before grabbing a banana and leaving.She met her best friend, and super-lesbian, Miranda half way to school.. Beg me to punish you and teach you how to be a good girl. Tell me that you want me to spank your pussy.” Maggie swallowed hard and climbed onto the desk, twisting onto her back and hooking her legs underneath the legs of the table. “Pl-please teach me how to be a good girl, Professor Jones. I need you to spank my pussy and punish me.” With a grin, Jones obliged. Maggie shrieked as he brought his hand down hard on her cunt. He soothed the sting with a small rub. “Well, what’s this? Are you.