Then I can continue my research on your chest-heads. And my butt-brain research too, also with you, funnily enough."She wrote, "You're the butt-brain!...What a frigging idiot! ☺" The added smiley face showed that she was more amused than annoyed. With another furtive look all around, she handed his notepad back to him.Chapter 2Alan tried hard to focus on Mr. Tompkins for the rest of the class, but he was no more successful than before. It was almost as if the teacher were speaking an unknown. Gee, what could we be about to do?“Nervous?” he asked based on our pre-rendezvous discussion where I had answered I was a rookie to the male to male massage world. “A little”, I lied, I was near fleeing. Up in the room, Greg opened his table, suggested I disrobe and lie on my stomach.Things started as a conventional massage, so much so I thought maybe Julie and I misunderstood. But after about 20 minutes of great, but nonsexual massage, I felt something pressing against my right hand. When Greg. I knew my smile already gave away my answer. My earlier need for reassurance dispelled with his ravenous kiss, as he came to my aid, as he always had. My fingers tightly interlocked with his as he led me along the stone floored corridor where each step of my dark stilettoes echoed around the enclosed space. Reaching a small recess in the brickwork we came to a stairwell that descended into darkness. My hold on his hand tightened as I glanced up at him beneath my lashes. We had spoken about. ” They walked along to the shop and Jane said “off you pop baby, we’ll be around keeping an eye on you.”Dan was very nervous but pretty excited, he’d always fantasied about wearing sexy knickers, but having to buy them was a bit concerning. How many should he get? At least 7 pairs obviously, maybe 14, hmm given how much his cock was dripping at the thought of browsing, touching and buying the panties, he thought he’d best get 21 pairs. It was 3pm on a Saturday afternoon, the shop was full,.