Neither is the place I live. But this is my real sex story. Back in the time when I was 18, I didn’t know much about orgasms.The sex story takes pla...ce in my school. I was sitting on the first bench along with my friend Mark (not the real name). There’s this teacher who always wears long neck tops. When the teacher said that, there are only a few minutes left for the bell to ring, everyone asked for the free time. She sat and did some paperwork.“Excuse yourself and go to the toilet. I have. They were both still in their albs, standing shoulder to shoulder in the center of the room. They were hiding something behind them, but I couldn’t tell what it was. “Okay girls, what’s up? Fun is fun, but you two are still in your vestments and I already told you I’ve got things to do,” as I looked Meredith square in the eye. “We know, Sir,” Erica replied. “We’re sorry we wasted your time. We deserve to be punished.” “Wha...?” “Yes, Sir. Punished; just like I was last week,” Meredith chimed. “No,” she said. “We’re supposed to turn it in to the Foundation, and they’ve been asking for it.”“I’ll ... um ... talk to Crystal about it,” said Bob.“Thank you,” said Linda. “We’re going to get her settled in. Crystal said she can stay a whole week. She didn’t know what the itinerary was going to be, but she doesn’t really care. She just wants to be here. I’m a little worried about the crush. I’d like to ask you to be gentle with her.”“Gentle?” Bob almost whispered.“You know how these crushes. I licked along the thick veins that ran along the shaft."Fuck, you are good at that," he told me as he wrapped his hands in my luscious, dark hair. He pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. I let it slide in, swallowing it down. I took it all the way into my throat till my lips were pressed to the base of his cock."Oh FUCK! You are good at this slut," he groaned as I slid my mouth back up his cock.I let his cock plop out of my mouth as I looked up at him and smiled. I held up my hand that was.