He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to allow the head to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into ...his mouth, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed hard and resisted the urge to gag, glancing up at the owner of the cock buried in his mouth. The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glaze over in lust. His voice was soft but strained. "Holy shit... suck that cock, you little slut," he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to. When they first saw each other again that first kiss hello sparked their passion. They both knew they’d be together, the only question was how long they could wait. They moved close to each other again. Their lips met softly, slowly, bodies pressing together. She pulled him close as he cupped her face in one hand, a tender gesture that made her sigh each time. He gently tugged on her lower lip with his teeth then kissed a path to her earlobe and down her neck to the hollow in her collar bone.. He was confused about why his was longer sometimes but other times, like now, like the slide. “Now then, this slide is not an accurate portrayal of how you boys all look. Let’s see…eh…Freddy. Come up to the front of the class.”“What did I do?” “Nothing yet, now get yourself up here.”Freddy walked to the front of the class. He was a boy with a deep tan, almost of Middle-Eastern descent. He was obviously very scared. Usually when a child is called to the front is because the child is in trouble.. She was overcome with gratitude; Mr. Wilson was so thoughtful and caring."You cooked for me?" She smiled at him."Well, my mother was an alcoholic, so I pretty much grew up on my own," he admitted, embarassed.Scarlet said nothing and just hugged him, resting her head on his muscular chest. Mr. Wilson offered to give her some time on her own, but she insisted he stay. They finished the pancakes; he then drove back to school to pick up his work and to give the assistant principal some bullshit.