But that all changed the other day as Missy and I were talking before class started. See, we are seniors in high school and we are getting close to gr...duating. so we see each other every single day. That always made it harder on me. Well, Missy was turned around in her desk talking to me and said, right out of the blue, “You’re in love with Brantley and I know it.” I had no time to answer, even if I had wanted. The teacher walked in and started class.I was devastated. Missy knew. I guess I. He reached around and put his mat on the shelf on top of mine and very gently pushed his cock against my ass. I froze, mainly because now I was 100% sure he was hard and because from what I could feel, he was big. Like, donkey cock big. He pulled away, probably because he thought I got frightened but as he pulled away I whipped around and got down to my knees, automatically putting my hands in the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down his thighs, to his knees. His cock bounced out of. And Renee was becoming very good. It'd taken a few weeks of instruction- namely, shocking her when she accidentally made a mistake- like letting teeth slip through, or not moving her tongue; tiny rebellions to ruin his experience. But once she'd learned he expected perfection, Renee's technique had shaped up nicely.But not this good.Her small fingers tickled his balls as she took his full length, in and out.He tried to shake the thought away- after all, even if she usually didn't make this much. Your hands slide slowly back up and slip under the hem of my shirt. I jump a little and let out a squeak as your gentle touch tickles my tummy. You whisper an apology into my ear, but I shake my head to dismiss it. I lay my hand on top of yours as you continue to slide your hand up, making sure you put enough pressure to not tickle again.A gasp escapes my lips as your fingers reach up to toy with my nipples. A smile plays on your face as you continue to kiss my neck. I turn my head and lift.