What is that thing poking out between your legs? Looks like aprick, only smaller!"Chad laughed at this and stroked his own manly cock, to remind me o... thedifference between me and a real man like him, I guessed. I lowered myeyes submissively."Come over here, slut, and let me see your pussy. That's it, turn aroundfor me, I don't want to see that annoying little thing of yours. Don'teven think I'm gonna let you make that thing spurt around me!"I felt Chad rub my cheeks and poke around a bit. . There's a surplus of teachers now. All the kindergartens and classes one through three are deserted. Everybody's looking back at the old problem of school overcrowding with wistful yearnings... Oh, what I wouldn't give to hug Isabelle again, even once, hug and be hugged back by an eight-year-old girl. No one in the world has that pleasure now, no one... I sighed. At least the child-traffickers are slowly going out of business.My senses are super-developed. As I approached a clearing in the. One rule around our house was that laundry did not belong on the floor, not even dirty laundry. In the washer, in a hamper, in a closet, anywhere but the floor. Mom's idea was that dirty laundry should be in your way so you would be motivated to get it washed. It didn't matter if it was in my way, if it was on the floor it might be in her way, and that was a bad thing. Then it was time.I headed down the hall into the kitchen for my usual orange juice and toast. Surprise! There was a pan of. She was a bitch, but I loved her for it. I was also a bit teased by the thought of watching Tommy give her oral sex. I knew he was good at it. I wondered what she tasted like. It was all very confusing and I was getting wetter and wetter and there was still no penis in sight. I told Tommy, “You can tell me anything. You can tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you. You can demand sex with me and I’ll give it to you. You can tell me when you want a blowjob. Use your words, boy..