“Dessert is served.”“Better served with a little whipped cream, I say ... SHIT! What was that?” Devon sat straight upright.“Dunno. Sat on a ...corpion maybe?” Tina, who was stoned before hitting the beach, answered lazily. Then, “Whoa! I heard that, too!.”The sound of Missy’s 90 MPH fastball popping Todd’s mitt, pushed her brother to ramp up his return throw. Aware that more of the campers were not paying attention, he whipped a throw of similar speed in return. For good measure, he tugged at his. ....our breathing becomes as onepracticed in unison,,,calm,,,,deepand coming from the depths of our bowels,,,it is like breathing from our toes to our headsas we become consciousof the life supporting oxygen...moving into and through our very cells...after some time we become awarethat we are completely naked,,,though neither of us appearsaroused at this stage...you raise your self and sit facing me in my lap,,,your labia arranging themselvesas though they had a life of their own,on either side. As those thoughts formed in my mind, he had arrived at his destination, he was knelt between my legs, one hand holding my cock, the other throwing the sheet off him, before grabbing hold of my balls. He looked up at me, and in the dime light I saw a fucking big grin on his face, that twinkle in his eyes, as he said, “you’re so fucking hot, you’re so fucking big, and you’re all fucking mine now.”Jesus, I almost shot my load right there & then, he was my sissy boy and he was about to give his. Gunderson, one of the office secretaries."Does he have an appointment?" Not that I'm aware of."Roscoe Fitzwater was both concerned and intrigued as to why Derek would come to visit him. "Please send him in."When Derek got into the office, he saw the very large, gray haired man behind his desk. "Hello Mr. Fitzwater. I'm glad you were willing to see me on such short notice." Well, Mr. Carson, to be honest I'm not sure why you are here. I don't believe that you are one of my students this term.".