Cardwell, was thin (not stick thin, but thin) and tall, he always wore a shirt, with a cool tie (it wasn't done up properly) and trowsers. To tell ...he truth he was one hot, fit guy, and I wanted to rip off his shirt, tie and trowsers, and give him the beast blow job ever! But, fantasies allowed, that would never happen...or so I thought. (By the way,the classroom was like this)[ ----------------- ] ( Mr.Cardwell was on the bottom, as that was his desk, and I was in the [ . You simply must let me touch it.” “No Carlos that would be too easy for him.” He had little tit buds and a soft abdomen. He lifted his doe eyes while squirming just slightly, coy, and yet seductive. Everything about him was girl except for the penis. It was in perfect proportion with the rest of his delicate body, about 5 inches with a glorious pink helmet. It was up but, I knew it could rise further. I wanted to touch it. I wanted it in every way—in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass. I writhed. 18 has never looked so becoming and as I pull back and give her one more once over I realize this feeling in my gut isn’t going anywhereWe grab a bite to eat before heading home and all I can think as she slurps up pad thai is how lucky the god damn noodles are. I shake my head. What is wrong with me. I look again trying to see my daughter and not the potential best fuck of my life. Her green eyes are silhouetted with cat eye liner and her lips are full and red. It takes everything to not look. Janet was apparently playing matchmaker, but I had no problem with it. It had been years since a man had talked that nicely to me without seeming to think how soon he could get his dick inside me.After Janet and Toro left on their date, Steven told Blake and me what Henry had done for Natalie Shanahan while I got us some dinner. Steven had been talking for years about Bob Reynolds, the Brain Trust and the Inner Circle. Now it turned out Natalie was Bob's special girl, and Henry not only had.