’ ‘What is?’ ‘This.’ ‘It is what it is. And here we are.’ ‘Yes, that we are.’ They both settled in their seats. As Steve went to str...ap himself in, he realized Lorelei was sitting on his buckle. She realized it before he had to ask for it. Or fetch it himself. ‘I think this is yours,’ she said. ‘Uhhh, yeah, thanks.’ Steve looked at her and smirked. ‘You know…’ ‘What?’ Lorelei asked, half expecting what was next. ‘You’re even more beautiful in person.’ Lorelei had guessed right. She gave him a. Class to see which girls had more hair than others. I told him that most of the girls in my p.e. class were freshman, like me, and that there were only a handful of third year students in the same class, and most of them were shaved. He didn't want to date the freshmen girls, so I wasn't much help to him.I was invited to a sleepover shortly after school started. There were about ten girls there, all of us in our first year, and two others, besides me, new to the area. It was a great way for us. “Take them off,” he said.I sank to my knees and pulled down his shorts, freeing his throbbing circumsized boner. I squeezed it and a huge bead of semen formed on the head. I flicked my tongue out, lapping the salty precum into my mouth. I ran my mouth all over that cock and swirled my tongue around the head, using my tongue and pouty lips to cover his cock with butterfly kisses. It’s a technique I learned from my wife, and she learned it from an old whore in the Philippines when she was just **. The last year had turned into a ride through her sexual (some would say perverted) fantasies.In the time that had passed from the first four months that she had lived with him, she had again shown to be too weak to prevent an orgasm without first getting permission and after a few sessions at the tattoo parlor now had a visible reminder of her disobedience. The tattoo was made up of two Ivy vines, which start wrapped around the second and fourth toes of her right foot and go around her whole.