I finally knew a lot of what I wanted. We would stay together but our lives would never be the same.It was an unusually long time before I heard the s...hower. I was just getting ready to go see if she was ok when it finally came on. I was standing there with my limp cock still hanging out. I tucked it away in my Dockers and zipped up. I poured us both a stiff shot of scotch and then turned the fire out from under whatever she was cooking, first things first.I sat our drinks on the coffee table in. Brad glanced up and nodded.The man was handsome and fit with just a touch of gray, wide shoulders, and trim beard.“Thanks. It's a little crowded this morning.”“No problem,” Brad replied with a smile.As they sat sipping their coffees, the man's knees brushed against Brad's.“Sorry. These tables are pretty small.” The man smiled.Brad's legs felt electrified at the slight touch. He stammered. “It's okay. Yeah, not much room.”The man reached down and massaged his knee, the back of his hand still. Six weeks had passed and I only got a few light warnings from her that were pretty minor. I guess I just couldn’t help it….I started to regress a bit. One day, me and the girl behind me had been talking about a boy we kinda liked. We were getting a bit too noisy right before lunch and Mrs Fields shot us a look…it was a “non-verbal” warning!!! I thought everything was ok at that point. After our lunch break, we got back to class. I was passing a note to another student and that’s when she busted. ” He looked down, her lips still drawn tightly over her pussy in spite of the spread of her legs. Tight virgin, that’s for sure. He lay down next to her, grabbing one of her hands and putting it on his cock. “Explore that while I do the same with your pussy. Then we can fuck.”It felt huge, her hand unable to even get around it, the flesh so hot as her fingers were forced to curl around the thick shaft. She knew what she had to do, moving it up and down the shaft. At least it wasn’t long; she.