One of the most memorable exams was young Stefan van der Bijl. An exchange student from Holland young Stefan had joined us at the beginning of the ...ear so he had none of the experience the other boys had with the examinations. Fresh blood, so to speak. I stood at the open door of the exam room. “Mr. van der Bijl? Please step in.” He quietly stood holding his file and started walking toward the door. Already a blush was rising in his cheeks. He was almost 6 feet tall and was of. He put one hand on my shoulders and the other on my back, making me sit up straight. "Alright.. Good." Mr. Connor whispered.He let go of me and walked over to the piano. He started playing our usual warm up routine, like the ones we did in choir class. After about 15 minutes of "Do Re Mi Fa So" I was ready to explode of anxiousness and a little boredom. "Um Mr. Connor?" I interrupted."Yup?" He responded."I really want to sing you this song I wrote. I want your opinion on it." I said. . is?" I asked. "Leave your bra at home," he said, almost sneering. He wasn't asking for much and besides I was horny anyway. "Is that it?" I asked. I slipped my hands inside my blouse and undid my bra without removing my blouse... the classic way. My boobs savoured their freedom, my nipples hardening even more. My white shirt was some what see through and you could easily make out the shapes of my boobs. My nipples peeked through. "You think I am going to let go so easily?" he said eyeing my. There was little time to feel that way. Before she’d even finished lifting her hands from his boxers to his thighs, she was closing her eyes and leaning in toward him. He felt her breath. Felt her lips brush against him as she went searching for the tip. His hips shifting by instinct to help her find it.A moment later he was in her mouth.She remembers his warmth and softness. The smooth dryness of his skin against her wet lips and tongue. The velvet cling of his balls against her chin as she.