His lips were upon my neck and those little spark feelings were shooting through me already. His hands were upon my hips and he was pressing his erect...on into my ass. The feeling was totally something new to me; usually he had only pressed his hard cock against my thigh. His tongue slid down my neck and unfamiliar feelings were arising within me. One of his hands slid around my waist pulling me even closer to him while the other slid up beneath my shirt. His hand was caressing me softly and. How he wished he could just get his cock wrapped with them."You're not even listening to me, are you?" she suddenly asked.He was so lost in her feet that he barely even registered her question."huh?... umm... yeah, I'm listening..." he stammered, doing a poor job of faking it."No, you weren't, you've been staring at my feet for the past 30 minutes." She said with a self-satisfied grin, letting him know he'd been caught.He began shaking my head "no" trying to deny it, as his face turned blood. Jag funderade på om jag skulle ringa någon kompis, för att bara prata, eller bestämma att vi skulle träffas. Precis när jag skulle resa mig ur soffan, för att gå och göra iordning en macka och sen gå och lägga mig, sa Jasper något som jag inte riktigt kunde urskilja. Jag sa vände mig om mot honom, "Va?" frågade jag honom, och väntade lugnt på ett svar. "Ska du gå och lägga dig nu?" upprepade han, och jag nickade bara lätt. Jag sket i att göra en macka, och gick direkt upp på mitt rum för att. I stood up pulled my flowery dress down and made my way to the room; I looked to the right as I saw the light switch. I flipped it up and walked over to a big shelf with plastic drawers where it had pencils, pens, markers, etc. I was looking and digging for a mechanical pencil because who really wants a regular pencil. Not me. It was taking forever; everyone goes through his pencil shelf. Ah hah, I finally found one. I closed the drawer and turned around to find Mr. Ferguson standing right.