I kept my fingers inside her as I went to work on her ass. She knew where I was headed, so again she managed to divide her globes as she bent forward,...watching me from the corner of her eye."Oh, fuck!" she yelped, "Your mouth feels so fucking good!"I dipped back into her folds, lapping her rosebud quickly, as her audible cries filled the dimly lit room. Her desire was building as fast as my lapping continued. My tongue tip squeezed into her puckered hole just barely as her tightness kept me at. . and then there was his Johnson! So that's what I might look like some day down there. Or at least I could hope ... but at least in the shower I was able to look and wonder if mine would ever look like that.In addition to PE and moving from class to class ... there were the girls. It seems like from the 6th grade to the 7th grade, girls changed. It had to be them ... it just couldn't be me. Some of them got lumps on their chests and Cheryl seemed to have the nicest, biggest lumps of all.. With the anger of the Gestapo during Yom Kippur she grabbed my shoulders and bellowed, "if you mention that fuckin' show one more time I'll turn you into a horny toad!" Her vocabulary seemed to be expanding."Can we omit the 'toad' part," I teased. She leaped from the bed and stood glaring down at me, arms akimbo. Her love for me seemed to have magically disappeared like Covid was supposed to. I looked down noticing the intricate trails of varicose veins covering her legs. She caught my reaction. Since I wasn't going to the movie, I got tapped to watch Samantha. That was really OK with me. I felt sorry for the way the girl was treated, and she was incredibly cute even if she was horribly underage.After I fed Samantha, she started talking about something that seemed innocent enough at the time to me. "Doesn't the no-limit poker on ESPN look exciting? I wish there were some way for me to play." I've got cards and poker chips; we can play." But I don't have any money, and if the bets don't.