“Keep up the good work. If you keep excelling at your tests, you’re going to get that reward again and again.”“I want it, Mr. Michaels,” she... moaned and then straightened. Her skirt fell over her naked rump. She bent down and drew up the pale-green panties she wore, a lacy and naughty delight. She hauled them over her rump, trapping my cum in her.“Go over what few questions you got wrong on your test,” I said, shoving my juicy cock back into my pants. The air brimmed with that heady aroma of. Then I finally experienced the warm wet feeling of a blow job. The feeling was almost too much so I stopped him. He asked what was wrong and I told him I didn't want to cum too fast. Then when he started again it was just as good but I was able to control myself. Eventually I stopped him again and said it was my turn. We switched places and I took a cock into my mouth for the second time. Again I felt a wave of weakness and a thrill that's hard to describe. Maybe it was due to the taboo nature. I knew that if she went to the baralone, she was practically inviting guys to come on to her. The worstpart about it was that I thought that was precisely what she wanted meto do. Worry. And, perhaps, needlessly. So, if that was the case, whywas I getting so hard lying there thinking about it? I stroked myselfthrough the soft nylon gown, my penis growing stiff as I did so. Icouldn't shake the image of Grace flirting with a big, strong guy,inviting him to her room to play. The image that. Bobby just finished all the tile work last week. He shore is a handy one.” She barks and smiles from ear to ear.“Thanks, I’ll be right back.” She says joyfully.“Take yore time, Sweety, we’ll still be here.” The woman assures her.Kelly makes her way around the building and through the parking lot. She sees the shack the old woman was talking about and three or four 18 wheelers nearby. She notices a handsome young trucker getting out of his truck. She watches him while she’s walking as he lights.