." I see." ..." I see. I will ask her and call you back at this number," said Harold as he hung up the phone. "That was one of the mothers of your stu...ents, Beth Berenson, on the phone. She wants to know if you will meet the parents. Apparently, the kids have been acting up yet again."Lisa's eyes brightened, "I would love to. Tell them I said absolutely." I understand that you want to see them again," answered Harold tensely. "But as your attorney I would advise against it. It smacks of. What possessed him to give his book to her, he figured hed never know. That night had been torture for him&hellip, he was mentally taking stock of everything hed put in that bookhis fantasies, his more homicidal musings, his longings, his frustrations. He tried to sleep, but then all of a sudden hed shoot up and think about the sketching hed done of a nude woman, hands bound over her head, gagged. Hed roll over and feel sick, and then remember all the things hed written after Ron had tried to. In fact, it was likeit had no personality, nothing in it that said anything about theoccupant at all.I did something I hadn't done since he was old enough to clean his ownroom, and that was to go through it carefully. I wasn't really sure whatI was looking for, other than some clue as to what he was so upsetabout.I probably only found the diary because he counted on me not going inthere at all, and so and just put in in his sock drawer.I left the room and went to the phone, taking the diary. As a result the velvet skin on the oversized head of his cock was stretched super tight which resulted in a very shiny and appealing appearance. I slid my lips down over the purple head and began to suck him as hard as I could. One hand cupped his balls and the other jacked his shaft. Within way too short of a time, he began to cry out “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” So loud that both my parents turned around to see what was transpiring. What they saw was my head furiously bobbing up and down on.