You bellow my name, then moan loudly, clutching my head to your chest. I flick my tongue over the tip of your nipple, biting until I feel skin break,...sucking the blood as I suck your nipple. Your moans are full of need, and I groan against your chest, so turned on by your reactions.I hoist the front of my skirt up and slide the thong I'm wearing to the side, pushing a finger into my pussy, feeling how tight and wet I am. I've already creamed a lot. Taking my finger out of my pussy, I put it. All evidence of what Evie had been up to was safely hidden away, and she sat there, slightly flushed, but all prim and proper. That evening, things went as normal until it was time for bed. She turned into some sex mad animal, who just couldn't get enough of my cock. She wanted it again and again. We fucked till the early hours of the morning, when my cock was drained and her pussy was red raw. And still she wanted more. That's when she started to suggest we do new things. "Like what?" I asked.. “Just keep holding it. Students, come forward one by one to have a closer look.” Despite himself, under Robert’s touch, Peter could feel how his penis was stirring. He blushed profusely. One of the boys noticed Peter’s predicament and mumbled something. The word ‘gay’ could be heard.“Thomas, I said that this was a serious lesson. I am sorry that you cannot treat it as such. An erection is a normal physiological reaction to touch, and does not say anything about sexual orientation. That’s ten. It was the first conversation she had initiated and it had to be about this. ‘It has nothing to do with boob size.’ She dropped her head. ‘I know,’ she said quietly. ‘It’s about loyalty.’ She started to cry. Her delicate little shoulders shook as she gulped and sniffed. Oliver sat at the other side of the table. Even though it was really awkward, he was relieved that she was finally showing some emotion. It showed some progress. ‘Sylvie, you made a mistake. That doesn’t make you a bad person.’.