She walked down the hall to her dad’s office and stuck her head in. “What’s up?”“Not much,” John replied looking up from his laptop. “Wa...ting for a call and catching up on my emails. How was school?”“Boring. Glad it’s over.”“Any homework?” “A little math but that’s it.”“Well better get it done. Let me look at it when you’re finished,” he said.“Alright,” Tracy said. She turned and headed off to her room. John went back to his emails. About twenty minutes later the phone rang. It was the call he. "Rose. Rose? You still there? ... Oh you bitch, you're coming aren't you! You got that boy's tongue working you over? Rose!"Up until now Mistress Rose had been talking away normally and her friend had obviously not gained any knowledge that Rose had my head between her legs under her flowing skirt for the last hour or so. Now was different and I knew what was coming as Rose flipped up her skirt and her fingers dug into the hairs at the back of my neck and pulled me on to her hard. There was no. Wrapping my body around yours, my icy palms massage the soreness from your calves. As if your cannot take anymore, you spin around and rest against the desk. For the first time, our eyes meet and the commitment of our passion is realized. A slightly devilish grin comes to your face as you raise your leg to my chest. Taking hold of your foot, my hands seem cold, but soon the rubbing sets of erogenous zones you didn’t realize you had. A slight tickle gives way to a different feeling, something. I immeadiately passed out, and stayed passed out until I heard her saying "Kyle, wake up". It was probably 4 or 5 in the morning when we went to sleep and about 7 or 8 now. I woke up in a daze "Hey...whats up?". She proceeded to tell me she had to be somewhere importnat this morning, but she wanted to have sex again before she left if I wanted to! The thought of this got me hard, although I had just woken up. We started to kiss, and I rolled over and got on top of her already spread legs. I put.