"And I don't know if he's talking about my REAL bicycle, or he's talking about ME in one of those cute sexual innuendos he uses, or he understands the...metaphor I'm using. Since his hands are roaming, touching those magical spots he's learned about me, I can infer that he's not on the sex channel, so he's talking about my mind."You are no slouch, my blonde hillbilly princess." I'm no hillbilly, but we go back and forth about Texas and Tennessee all the time. It's fun to play with words with. I wasn’t hard when you first jumped on top of me. I haven’t gotten even a morning hard-on in over a year. Last night was the first time I came pretty close to having a full erection of any kind.’ ‘Well, it looked pretty hard to me last night, and it sure looks hard now.’ Petting it, she grinned. ‘It feels hard, too. This definitely feels like a big, hard cock. This counts as an erection, doesn’t it?’ ‘It’s getting there, but it’s not all the way there yet.’ ‘Would this help to get it all the. She was almost breathless and tried to say why are you stopping? I giggled and said that she wasn’t ready to cum yet. She asked why not? I said because you teased me for so long, I wanted to return the favor… She begged me to start pumping hard and faster, I smiled and said I would when I am ready. She again begged me to pick up my pace. I just kept pumping slowly and teased her. AS she opened her mouth, I plunged deep and hard catching her by surprise, her head went back, eyes rolled up. Just then some more of our classmates arrived in the corridor, among which several girls. When I heard the sound of approaching footsteps I allowed myself to briefly break visual contact with the two jade Death-Ray Projectors to look in that direction. I immediately spotted Melanie, Sheridan and Françoise, the Golden Trio of Obnoxious Blondes. It took nearly all my mental strength not to gawp at them before locking gazes with Carmencita: they were in exactly the same bizarre state of undress as.