She went and brought oil and made me lay on bed and applied oil on my penis slowly. I felt the real pleasure of a girl’s hand on my cock. I closed m... eyes and slowly enjoying the pleasure, I was not able to stop splashing my liquid. It came out with force and splashed on her face and breast and all. Totally her dress spoiled with my liquid, she asked me what was that? Why u splashed liquid on me? How can I go down now? I asked her to use my bathroom and wash her clothes and go. She asked me a. Honestly I must say that during the whole drive but especially when I talked to my mother about the shit slaves my cock was like a rock. In times I was afraid it might rip my jeans (which in fact never ever happened to anybody). I hoped that she wouldn’t realize it. I don’t know if she did, but if, she didn’t say a word.After two hours we reached a little dinner. Mom asked me if I was hungry and we went in for a quick lunch. I ordered a burger and a coke. Mum excused herself and went to the. If you need any help, do let me know. I like to look after my better students.’I explained to him, ‘Sir, I have struck a deal with them. They help me with social skills, and I help them with their studies. So I am an unpaid tutor, being paid in kind.’He was greatly taken by the idea, and encouraged me to continue. ‘It is a win-win situation, Mr. Robertson. You get help with people skills, and they should boost their marks in their assignments. I like it. Do you want any more students to tutor?. Just to be careful I looked to my left where I saw Mr. Bozeman sitting on his back porch talking on his phone. He was facing the backyard but if he turned his head just a little, he would have a clear view. I decided to just walk out to the car, casual. If I ran, I would probably attract attention. “Here goes,” I said with a nervous grin.The man was still doing the sidewalk by the mailbox, but he seemed to concentrate on his work. The two mowers moved at a fast pace so I’m sure that at some.