Immaculate in his school uniform he seems as equally delectable fully clothed as when he was naked. Blinking I grin at him before replying."Hey little...bro! Off to school again so have a good one Sue!"I know this will get to him which is why I said it just to tease him. As always it works!"My name's not Sue and I am a boy not a girl!"He has got the idea that I don't like him. He must feel that I resent him taking mum and dad's attention away from me. In truth I like him fine but if I am a tad. ”“If you say so.”There is no real problem with Lancelot, he is a fine man, and a great warrior. But I’m a jealous fool. His face could be chiselled by God’s very own hands. The man fears no one, and has killed more men that the plague. Yet the same man is so soft, he would jump from his horse to help an elderly lady carry her food from the market.If I’m being honest, my problem is with Guinevere. She literally creams herself every time she’s in the same room as Lancelot. I wish she saw me in. "I don't think I would like that," I said, not wanting him or anyone to eat my penis. He smiled his nice smile. "It's just an expression. Now, would you like to spunk up?" I knew spunk up was another way to say cum which was another way to say make sticky. I think it is good that we can say things in more than one way. "Yessss," I whispered, and I reached for his hand to put on my penis. "No, Richard. I want to make you spunk up without touching your cock atall." I couldn't see how he could do. "Ilsa resumed her position on her hands and knees. "My dear Miss Peterson, I thought you had learned, from missing the spot out in the living room, how important it is to be thorough."Ilsa closed her eyes. My god, this woman is a tyrant, she thought. She sighed, realizing she had little recourse but to accept this attitude from her, but what came next stunned her. The wavy-haired blonde teacher lifted Ilsa's skirt and pulled it up onto her back, exposing her. Ilsa inhaled sharply, her lower.