She undid my belt and gently pulled my pants down to my feet. I stepped out of my hiking shoes and pants. It was quite obvious that I was excited as m... cock was as hard as a rock. Clara started to giggle as she noticed the stiffness of my penis. Clara knew exactly what she was doing to my body. She was preparing my body to have her way with me. She pulled my boxers down to my ankles. She took her time on the way up. She took my hands into hers and placed them on her head. I felt her hair. This kind of help…yea that will work…you stroke me lightly with your fingers watching me throb and twitch in your hand. You lean forward and lick the lead slowly. Again asking …that better…your enjoying this aren’t you I say …you stare back at my cock and as if to speak to it say...I sure am.You take me deep in your mouth sucking me deep and slow. You feel me grow some as you suck my cock. You slip me out of your mouth and lick up the bottom side slowly and ask …that better..i lay my head back. " Then I swear she licked her lips but nobody else realised anything so I thought nothing of it. Our Teacher, Miss Jones, was about thirty probably a few years younger. She was the gymnastics coach so had a gorgeous trim body, some say she would have been good enough to go to the Olympics except her cleavage was too big. She had dark hair and soft pale skin, perfect teeth and a balanced figure. The last exam was over and everyone was excited at the upcoming holidays. "I'm heading to France" I. Anyway Kayla’s father confirmed that we were cousins some time after I had brought it up. So of course she had to decide to be the cousin that doesn’t get along with the other family members. Because why not? We ended grade 8 on less than amicable terms and were at different high schools at two different ends of the city. Even though Kayla lives about a 15 minute walk from where I do. I guess it was avoidance. Or all her friends went to the other. Or even to avoid the cost of school uniforms..