So, I got my phone all ready, then proceeded to get my cock all ready, jacking up and down and just at the right moment of maximum length and girth, I...clicked a pic and sent it off. Well, it did look pretty good. That's what close-ups can do, I was pretty impressive. But, then, weeks went by and Beth never altered her routine, a couple of sucks a week, the rest handjobs and all her boobs I wanted. Well, that was quite a bit but I was aching to get into her panties. The odd thing was that Beth. We'll try it again later. In fact, let's make an experiment out of it. Any time you happen to meet me in passing this year, shake my hand and say hello. I will try to pay more attention to the details and let you know how you are doing. Mostly I want to see if we can start a new trend. See how many of your fellow students jump on the bandwagon. If nothing else it should be a real kick to see the expressions on some of the faces when they see it for the first time. Now then, which class are you. I could feel her nipples poking my chest. I realized the bra she is wearing must be thin clothed. I lightly kissed her on the lips. The sensation of our lips touching was fabulous. There were no sparks or fireworks, but simply a smooth ticklish feeling that ignites passion. Slowly our mouths opened and the tongues did the snakes mating dance. The music in the background was humming through our bodies. We stopped dancing and sat down on the couch. I took one chocolate and slowly rubbed it over. Gasping for breath, I stared, unseeing, at my small chamber. My eyes still witnessing the fetted rot of Yellow Mike’s camp. When a small pair of arms wrapped themselves around me from behind, and began gently shaking me.“Bishop!?” the voice was sweet, but full of fear. “Bishop, wake up! It was only a dream!” I turned my head to see the frightened violet eyes that had captivated me since I first saw them, staring at me in worry. Nadia wrapped her arms around my neck, sighing in relief, when she.