But I was exhausted–hot, sweaty, muddy. I went down to the water and stripped off my shorts, jumped in and let the ocean roll over me for a while. I... felt wonderful. When I finally headed back in I saw that something had washed up on the shore. It was a wine bottle, a Cline Zinfandel 2002, with a cork still stuck in the top. I love the Cline Zinfandel, but there wasn’t any left in the bottle. There was a rolled-up note, cliché as it sounds, and on it the words ‘Blessed Christmas.’ December 26 I. We were still in the seventh grade, and we knew that gay sex, or any sex, was strictly taboo. Allan cautiously pulled the man's fly down and his enormous cock sprung out! It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had a blue vein running along its length and a big purple mushroom head. Allan looked at me and gave me an evil grin. “Suck it.”, he ordered in a quiet whisper. “I know you want to.” I looked at the man's face, and he was peacefully sleeping through our inspection, so I crept. I was mauling my small tits and pinching the hard little ruby nipples. At the same time, with my other hand I was probing my cunt for my G-spot and, finding it, making myself have a huge orgasm, all the while taking that man meat into my mouth. I had never had so many orgasms all at once. I knew I would have more. This man was a fucking machine. When Paul had decided I'd had enough cock sucking he decided he wanted to cum in another hole. For this first fuck (and I knew it was only the first). I really like her and she likes me. Anna Sanford is in her fifties, she has long salt and pepper hair she keeps in a bun. She dresses like an old time school marm so it makes her look much older than she really is. And she is a bitch to most of the students so she is not a popular teacher. I asked why she was here and she said it was a long story and invited me back to her office so we can talk. Her office is in the back of her classroom and very secluded. As we came in she locked the door.