Have a good week though, and I'll see you when we come back from break." He finished.And like that, I left. Completely confused, and realizing it was ...he only time ever that I wish I had school on Friday. Was he not checking me out? No... He was definitely checking me out.. He probably just realized how wrong it was to be looking at me like that. But really why is it that wrong? It's not like I'm u******e.. I mean I guess he could lose his job.. Hmm. That was probably it. Damn.. Maybe I should. She had to wait nearly half-an-hour before anyone came to see her, and then it was a young boy with a spotty face, almost as young as Jacqui she guessed, who said, "Come on, I haven't got all day." Where are we going?" asked Jacqui, expecting to be told that she was going to meet Alison Drew."Up to your cubicle," came the startling reply, and the young man relapsed into silence."Am I not supposed to see Miss Alison Drew?" she ventured."You don't want to do that," said the young man. I love to eat her pussy, while looking up through her spread legs, watching her roll and pinch her own rock-hard nipples. She will wet her fingers with her own saliva and pinch her nipples, driving herself to cum several times before I stop. It is always then that she sits up with a brazen, wanton desire to have a hard, straining cock in her mouth. The flushed look on her face with her red curls cascading down the sides , eyes pleadingly focused on the hard cock she reaches for in front of her,. I simply told her "I don't know". She told me in the end, that she actually liked it, which made my heart race. From that time on she would let me do the same thing to her feet that I did that one night, every chance we got. Not only that, we finally got to the point where we would she each other our "goods", I would show her my cock, and she would show me her pussy. We didn't do much other than that, besides cuddle in bed together and she would often dress up for me.8 years later I am now.