How does it feel?" Terri shrugged, "It feels very strange, not exactly uncomfortable, just different. Okay, you've seen it, now let me go ta...e it off." "In a minute...come here so I can get a better look. Maybe I'll even give you a hand job," as she laughed again. "That's not funny, Vickie, I feel really weird doing this..." "Oh lighten up, Terri, maybe I'll put it on after you're done and let you see how I'd look as a man too...Now come here and let me. My books go flying but I manage to hold onto my bag as I fall in a heap on the floor.The class erupts into laughter, jeering and yet more quiet faggot insults and it takes the threat of detention from Mrs Hollinhoe to silence them once more."Billy Soton, you have caused more than enough disruption, now pick yourself up and get out of my classroom." She says and I can see her anger barely in check as she stares at me menacingly."Yes Mrs Hollinhoe. Sorry Mrs Hollinhoe." I say picking myself and. Her mound looked lovely perched just above the head of my cock. She pulled her lips apart and slid slowly down my shaft. Her face had the most exquisite expression. Her eyes were closed and there was a sweet smile on her lips. She pressed her tiny hands on my chest as she took all of me. My father's wife leaned forward, her long black hair making a curtain around my face. Her eyes looking into mine she whispered, "I think we have already made a c***d my son. I wish to fuck you now for the. ’ ‘Me, either,’ Martin replied. ‘We’ll talk about it some more once the investigation’s done, OK?’ ‘I think the department’s got some kind of protocol for stuff like this,’ Melissa said, ‘the Patrol does, I know.’ ‘Martin…Mark…he…he said something about running Lonnie off the road,’ Ann murmured. ‘What…what was that all about?’ ‘Sometime last night, he forced the boy off Route 11 just outside Jamestown,’ Martin said. ‘That’s why I was coming up here today…to tell you.’ ‘Lonnie, how…how is he?’.